Quotes About Car

Nothing eaten on a car journey counts, any competent dietician will tell you that.

began making his confession in the early hours of December 22, 1978, claiming that, since 1972, he had killed approximately 25 to 30 young men. He said that he either forced the victims into his car

The engine choked and died before the driver and the

It's kind of interesting you're driving a car big enough for a wolfhound and a mastiff to get in the back of today, I said. And a greyhound, a dark brown bear, and a brindle utility vehicle, said Jill. Greyhounds don't take up much room, I said. They're like dog silhouettes.

Four generations of women--I'm a woman, Mary said to herself--heading off on a journey in a car. One of the dead, one of them dying, one of the driving, one of them just staring out.

Just bought a vintage Pontiac GTO," he said. "Fine car. I put polished headers on it, big bore pipes. Goes like shit off a shiny shovel." I said nothing. "You like muscle cars?" "No," I said. "I like to take the bus." "That's not much fun." "OK, let me put it another way. I'm happy with the size of my penis. I don't need compensation." He

California, Reacher thought. There was a sedan at the curb. It had been waiting there for them. A big car, black, expensive. The driver was leaning across and behind the front passenger seat. He was stretching over to pop the rear door. The guy opposite Reacher motioned with his gun again. Reacher didn't move. He glanced left and right. He figured he had about another second and a half to make some kind

Reacher waited. A minute later a car came driving out of town, but it was full. Two in the front, two in the back. No room for a hitchhiker, especially one as large as Reacher. He recognized people he had seen in the diner, disconsolate and complaining, boots on and ready, backpacks piled in the corner, no place to go.

At the very same moment, close by, a car breaks down. Two young Canadians are trying to get to New York City to sell a treasure. They're stranded at a lonely motel in the middle of nowhere. It's a

Eventually a guy behind the hog farmer broke ranks, and stepped forward. A pragmatist, clearly. He walked to the car and lifted the hatchback and put the bags inside, one by one, first Keever's, then Chang's.

She just went into her bag for her keys and got out of the car and skipped straight across the sidewalk and into the coffee shop.

The car stank like old taxis do, sweet cloying air freshener and upholstery cleaner. There were a million miles on the clock and it rode like a boat on a swell

On the way, I shared the backseat of Feyerabend's little sports car with the inflatable raft he kept there in case an 8-point earthquake came while he was on the Bay Bridge.

Jeep is America's only real sports car.

The racing driver's mind has to have the ability to have amazing anticipation, coordination, and reflex. Because of the speed the car goes.

The Jeep is the only true American sports car.

Since my induction into the Sports Hall of Fame, I have wanted to have my No. 3 Chevy on exhibit for sports fans to see. I hope others will enjoy the car as much as I have.

My TV stays on ESPN all day long, I'm one of those. I don't even listen to music in the car, all I listen to is sports talk.

On the way, I shared the backseat of Feyerabend's little sports car with the inflatable raft he kept there in case an 8-point earthquake came while he was on the Bay Bridge.

He smiled as he imagined the composite Jamie/Isabel, who would play the bassoon, read philosophy, interfere in other people's affairs rather too much, drive a green Swedish car and make legendary potatoes Dauphinoise.

This car was a Rover 90, made in 1955, and therefore very old.

Only a man off his trolley would consider riding around in a police car with Homicide. Homicide with psychic hunches.

If God drives a car, He'd drive a 1973 Ford LTD Brougham sedan with a claret-colored vinyl roof, with oxblood leather upholstery and an opera window.

Before now, I've always taken my mixes out to the car and listened to them in the parking lot. I still do that, but more so now I'm listening to it on the Beat box, and I think people should give it at least a listen and check it out and see what it is.