The postman wants an autograph. The cab driver wants a picture. The waitress wants a handshake. Everyone wants a piece of you.

It's the only autograph I've ever gotten from a driver that I've raced against.

The cab driver must have been a big fan.

Everyone wants a hand in the outcome, a piece of the knowledge.

Everything he said matched what happened, and I told them I am the cab driver.

I had a cab driver that was so happy and excited to give me a ride that, when I got out to pay him, he got out and gave me a hug. (The fame) has gotten a little crazy, but I love it. I think it's cool.