A Quote by Ludacris

TV in the middle of my steering wheel. — © Ludacris
TV in the middle of my steering wheel.
Rock music had its own constituency, its own steering wheel. It was beyond the control of the establishment, and we saw TV as the enemy.
Mallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. "Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart or anything." He stroked a hand down her back. "Of course you're not. You're just holding the steering wheel up with your head for a minute, that's all.
Imagine the peace symbol. The peace symbol has three pieces in it. One piece is emotion, that's your body. Another piece has spirit in it, that's your fuel. Another piece has intellect in it and that's your steering wheel. You can never overdo the fuel that goes into the body, which is the emotions and the steering wheel to drive it.
I'm not a big fan of self-driving cars where there's no steering wheel or brake pedal. Knowing what I know about computer vision and AI, I'd be pretty uncomfortable with that. But I am a fan of a combined system - one that can brake for you if you fall asleep at the wheel, for example.
When I started driving our old four-door green DeSoto, I always took Skip on my trips around town. I would get Skip to prop himself against the steering wheel, his black head peering out of the windshield, while I crouched out of sight under the dashboard. Slowing the car to ten or fifteen, I would guide the steering wheel with my right hand while Skip, with his paws, kept it steady. As we drove by the Blue Front Café, I could hear one of the men shout: "Look at that ol' dog drivin' a car!"
Even if the steering wheel fits, you don't have to keep gripping it.
Two of my favorite things are my steering wheel and my Remington rifle.
Have you got a Beemer, an Audi, a Saab or a Volvo that replaced a Ford, Vauxhall, Rover or Nissan? Many Brits have. Your first Beemer. A particularly nice smell of leather. Something rather plain but satisfactory about the interior. And that lovely enamel wotsit in the middle of the steering wheel. A moment of quiet 'because I'm worth it' pride.
I think there is only one person who can judge what I can do behind the steering wheel - and that's myself.
Son, you've got a good engine, but your hands aren't on the steering wheel.
I only remember the end of my dreams, like waking up at a steering wheel, or falling.
Nobody is born with a steering wheel or a gear shift in his hand. It's something you choose to do or you don't.
I hate waking up every morning to my alarm. I always bang my head on the steering wheel.
Sometimes you have to bring back only the steering wheel so the car owner will know that you're giving it all you have.
However God had it planned, I'm rockin' with how he do it. He took the steering wheel and I'm letting him drive.
I just heard the latest joke about my hair: 'Do you know what that is on her head? It's a steering wheel to drive the state.'
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