Davey was one of the few people who knew Howard Hughes and had a relationship with him at one time.

Davey was personally close to Howard Hughes. Hughes would have Davey running errands and doing things.

Davey fascinated Ronald and Nancy Reagan with his relationship with Hughes. Some of the things Hughes had him do were bizarre and fascinating. When Hughes wanted something done, he'd call Davey.

Yes, Howard Hughes invented a bra for me. Or, he tried to. And one of the seamless ones like they have now. He was way ahead of his time. But I never wore it in 'The Outlaw'. And he never knew. He wasn't going to take my clothes off to check if I had it on. I just told him I did.

People think dealers are making $10,000 a car but these guys are actually battling. The opportunities to make money come from other things than the sale of the vehicle.

Why do we like these stories so? Why do we tell them over and over? Why have we made a folk hero of a man who is the antithesis of all our official heroes, a haunted millionaire out of the West, trailing a legend of desperation and power and white sneakers? But then we have always done that. Our favorite people and our favorite stories become so not by any inherent virtue, but because they illustrate something deep in the grain, something unadmitted. Shoeless Joe Jackson, Warren Gamaliel Harding, The Titanic: how the might are fallen. Charles Lindbergh, Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Marilyn Monroe: the beautiful and damned. And Howard Hughes. That we have made a hero of Howard Hughes tells us something interesting about ourselves, something only dimly remembered, tells us that the secret point of money and power in AMerica is neither the things that money can buy nor power for power's sake (Americans are uneasy with their possessions, guilty about power, all of which is difficult for Europeans to perceive because they are themselves so truly materialistic, so versed in the uses of power), but absolute personal freedom, mobility, privacy. Is is the instinct which drove America to the Pacific, all through the nineteenth century, the desire to be able to find a restaurant open in case you want a sandwich, to be a free agent, live by one's own rules.