I'm a pretty informal guy. I ride a Harley.

I ride a Harley and a chopper. Those are the two bikes I ride the most.

If a really, really pretty girl needs a ride home, I'm your guy.

It's been a wild ride.

It's very informal. I have some formalities at the beginning of the parade, but pretty much it's fall in where you fall in.

If I'm walking down the riverbank, and a man is drowning, even if I don't know how to swim very well, I feel this urge that the right thing to do is to try to save that person. Evolution would tell me exactly the opposite: preserve your DNA. Who cares about the guy who's drowning?