"My brother, Keith, and son, Brad were already racing. My wife and I rode around for a whole day on our vacation and ran across my first race car:  A 1971 Pontiac LeMans T37."

"The leaders lapped me in about five laps. I was so slow, my mother gave me the nickname "Pokeymoe" and it stuck with me to this day."

"My favorite time is racing side by side for position with my son."

"Brad had gotten the pole in Jacksonville (Coastal Plains Speedway). It was the first time that he had ever been there. Then in the race the transmission didn't shift and we blew the engine."

"I was late getting to the track, before I started racing. I got to Brad and he had the fuel cell out of the car emptying it. Come to find out, someone had told him to try putting a couple of bottles of alcohol in the racing fuel and it would give you more horsepower. He was using rubbing alcohol. (Laughing real hard) I don't know if someone was trying to mess him up or they just didn't know any better, but that's still funny to me."

"In my second of third race ever (1998), my throttle hung open going into turn one. It released before I hit the wall, but it was close."

"During the pre-season driver's meeting in 2005, the tech man was explaining a rule to us about pedal placement. When I made a comment about not being able to reach the pedals in the stock position, he said 'You're short, I'm tall. That's life's cruelty.' It kinda made me mad."

"My son had #94, so I chose one number down."

"The 1979 Oldsmobile Cutlass I drove in 2004 and 2005."

"Learn the right people to take advice from. Don't do everything that everyone tells you to do."