This guy was a gentleman and an aviator. That's the top of the line. There's pilots, there's drivers. An aviator is something else. That's the best I can say about anyone in this business.

The era of gentleman racing drivers is ended.

A finished gentleman from top to toe.

A gentleman never strikes a lady with his hat on

I think it's up to the drivers. We don't know where the line is until somebody crosses it. Until somebody gets called in for a pass-through penalty, nobody really knows where the line is. I'm sure we're going to push the envelope come (today).

I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly," she said. "If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink blur? That's a rose-garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn't that funny, and sad, too?