I don't think I'm a celebrity. I'm just a guy from east Texas who loves cars and airplanes.
Porsche and BMW drivers are arrogant.
I'm not going to take this defeatist attitude and listen to all this crap any more from all these people who have nothing except doomsday to predict.
I've always been asked, 'What is my favorite car?' and I've always said 'The next one.'
It's a massive motor in a tiny, lightweight car.
In 1964, when Lee Iacocca said, 'Shelby, I want you to make a sports car out of the Mustang,' the first thing I said was, 'Lee, you can't make a race horse out of a mule. I don't want to do it.' He said, 'I didn't ask you to make it; you work for me.'
I never made a damn dime until I started doing what I wanted.
Driving race cars was an avenue for me to learn how to build my own car, and that was my ambition all along.
I didn't have time for my children much. I wasn't a very good parent; I had a pretty unhappy home life.
What I wanted to do was build an automobile.
Every morning I wake up with new ideas.
The reason I moved to California the first time was to build the Cobra. I thought it was stupid to have a 1918 taxicab engine in what Europeans like to call a performance car when a little American V-8 could do the job better.
I had a lot of fun driving race cars, but it wasn't my No. 1 priority.
I love horsepower.
I've had a good run. I've built a lot of things that work and a lot of things that didn't work.
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