On his love for the outdoors: "I will always be most
comfortable in the outdoors. I grew up in the Ozarks—something resembling Mark
Twain country. The woods, rivers, bluffs, lakes, and caves have all left an
indelible mark on me. And I'm quite reverential when it comes to a tree. On my
forearm, I had tattooed '94.9m (311.4ft)'—the height of the largest
sequoia."
On his passion for bikes and motorcycles: "I first rode
at age 7 on my cousin's Honda Mini Trail 50. I tried to jump it and ran it into
my grandmother's car. He was severely pissed off. My first bike was a Kawi 150
enduro. I won it at age 12 in a contest for selling the most pecan log rolls
door to door after school. I crashed it four weeks later."
“I try to carve out time for a solo ride in every country I
travel to, from the Highlands of Scotland to the Atlas Mountains of Morocco to
the belly of India. I haven’t even come close to fulfilling my list—yet. . . .
But, in the traffic of L.A. with a helmet on, I’m just another asshole on the
road.”