The year most of my high school friends and I got our driver's permits, the coolest thing one could do was stand outside after school and twirl one's car keys like a lifeguard whistle. That jingling sound meant freedom and power.

The lead car is unique, except for the one behind it which is identical.

Either the car is stationary, or it's on the move.

I'm a car fanatic and each morning I wake up with a smile on my face, whether I'm commentating on the Formula One or at Silver Hatch racetrack in Roary the Racing Car.

I am so sick of reading about another car bomb, another suicide bomber, another 10,20,30,70, 100 people dead in a day, both Americans and Iraqis.

Police departments no longer have to pay overtime or divert resources from other projects to find out where an individual goes - all they have to do is place a tracking device on someone's car or ask a cell phone company for that individual's location history and the technology does the work for them.

I've always been a bit of a car freak.

Over my lifetime, the car had actually transcended the fact that it is a car. It has become a venue.

It was 100 feet of 16 mm black-and-white film of a car coming to a stop sign, and driving off. I had to decide how to frame and light it. It was magic. There was a sense of mystery.

Stay humble. Always answer your phone - no matter who else is in the car.