Carley Bobby is the wife of NASCAR driver Ricky Bobby, pilot of the #26 Wonder Bread Chevy. The couple met when Carley flashed Ricky in victory lane following his win in a race. Ricky had 300 roses sent to her apartment and they were married two days later. For their honeymoon, they went to Sandals:
"It was wonderful. We made love for 67 of the 95 hours we were there. Ricky is gifted when he's horizontal, there's no denying it. He's very fast, but skilled. We made a sex tape once, and it was so good, Paris Hilton stole it. So when it comes to sex, we rock the block, baby."
Quoting Ricky on this...
"She's hotter than eating 10,000 packs of Big Red all at once. If you rate her butt on a scale of 100, it's easily a 94. Her butt is so hot it made a plane fall out of the sky and caused fatal traffic accidents which was great because Hank and all the guys at McReedy Funeral Homes do such a terrific job. She's definitely smoking hot..." [The Boston Herald, Aug. 2, 2006]
It's not easy being a NASCAR wife:
"I am a driver's wife. I DO NOT WORK... I sometimes joke that Ricky has the easy job. [Laughs] Let me tell you, it's exhausting. I sleep till 11, then I yell downstairs to make sure the nanny showed up for the kids, then I do my spa treatments till 3, and then I shop. I'll spend $5,000 to $10,000 a trip. Ricky got me the American Express black card, but it wasn't carrying its weight, so American Express created a new card just for me. It's called the American Express translucent card. It looks like you're holding nothing. You can buy the damn Atlanta Braves with that thing."
The couple has two sons:
"We're raising our children—Walker, 10, and Texas Ranger, 7—to be alpha males. We want them to dominate at everything, whether it's coloring or football or state capitals. And if they can't dominate, then maybe the activity wasn't that great. Like soccer. Screw soccer. But we can be strict with them, too. They each get an allowance of $1,000 a week, but if they don't come home at night, I might knock that down to $900."
Carley has her own sense of style:
"I make a lot of my own clothes. I have my own label, Just Carley. I'm heavily influenced by the work of Jaclyn Smith and Christina Aguilera. Those are two ladies with undeniable style. But every Tuesday is Stevie Nicks Day. I feather my hair and wear flowing robes, and I spin a lot. It's really invigorating."
Carley doesn't worry about pit lizards or helmet lickers:
"Baby, after one night with me, any man acts like a priest around other chicks. I got the goods. This ass has stopped traffic during a chemical-spill evacuation. The bass player from Nickelback once told me he'd cut off his pinky to touch this derriere. So no, I don't worry. And besides, if he did fool around on me, I'd knock him in the head with his coin collection and drown him in the race car–shaped hot tub."
Carley speaks out about the rumors of her affair with gay French Formula One driver Jean Girard:
"Jean and I didn't have an affair. We were entering/exiting a Porta-John at the Bristol track, and there was an undeniable moment. I whispered to him that I could turn him straight with one zipper zip, and he called me a 'capitalistic, soulless whore.' I don't know what that means, but it kind of took my breath away."
To women across America, Carley's message is this...
"Girls, you gotta get yours, and once you get it, keep getting more. And if you don't have the body, don't try and show it off. There's nothing wrong with staying indoors a lot if you're ugly or fat."
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"Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby" opens tomorrow in theaters nationwide.