He passed me about a hundred miles an hour up here in front of the park, swerved out in front of me, went around a FedEx truck, almost hit a Silverado head on heading eastbound.

I'm like a rocket - I go a hundred miles per hour.

Why that's a hundred miles away. That's a long way to go just to eat.

Exits on roads were blocked off for a hundred miles, you had to keep going and couldn't look back.

You can tell by looking at me that I've got more miles behind me than I've got in front of me. When you reach that point, if you've got some good years left, you want to make sure that you use them wisely.

They go about 35 miles an hour. If you stay behind the plow, it'll get you where you want to go.