Quotes About Car

You can find out anything you want about a car now, and especially every bit of information about the price, without relying on the dealers.

When I miss my mother these days, now that she is gone, I like to picture us in the car together, going for one more magnificent trip to Bertram Woods.

As a driver, you always want to be in the car getting as much experience as possible; especially when there's something new like different tyres.

My parents were what I like to call proper musical fans. Lots of Sondheim was played in the car.

When I'm really in the car, I'll cut on Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons.' That's probably the thing that's soothing to me the most.

I would love to buy a Koenigsegg Agera RS. It is such an incredible car. It has so much power, the sound is like no other V8 I've ever heard and if you get it just right, then it makes this incredible thunderous clap. I absolutely love that car.

You tell your brother he's gonna pay for that car in silver.

I was on my bike and got hit by some damfoo' in a Mercedes.

The '67 model was the last good Volks—and the young men knew it. "Hepburn, they stole our fucking car." "Oh Hank, surely not!" "It's gone. It was sitting there." I pointed. "Now it's gone." "Hank, what will we do?" "We'll take a taxi. I really feel bad." "Why do people do that?" "They have to. It's their way out." We

She could ace the North Circular in a jacked Toyota Tercel faster than Sabine Schmitz could lap the Nürburgring in a Transit van, and the only times the plod had got on her tail she'd left them, well, plodding.

Carl Dalin wanted to take his car, a new car Burghard had given him earlier in the summer that he was especially proud of. Burghard began to explain that the situation was more serious than that. Mabel came downstairs and put on a leather jacket, one she had bought in Hawaii and loved, over her swimsuit. She decided she and George would carry their two dogs, Peter the cocker spaniel, and Bitzie the wirehaired fox terrier.

The keyboard is my whole life. My life is centered around either sitting at my keyboard or driving my car. Those are the two most important things, more than anything else. Being at my keyboard, it's the happiest time for me.

I drove motorcycles through college. I didn't have the money to buy a car.

Look, Laszlo. I'll have the dentist with me, and I don't want to alarm her any more than necessary. So take Vanna out of the backseat and stick her in the trunk." Shanna halted. Her mouth dropped open. Her throat seized up, making it hard to breathe. I don't care how much crap you have in the trunk. We're not driving around with a naked body in the car." Oh no! She gasped for air. He was a hit man.

It wasn't a crow from dangling head down from the the car roof and looking in at the window. It was the little gargoyle from Belgravia. When he saw my horrified expression, his catlike face twisted into a triumphant smile, and he spewed a torrent of water over the windshield. - Sapphire Blue

Search his car for the bomb! He's got a logic bomb!

A few times I drove past early-morning commuters, driving slowly with their headlights on, sipping coffee from their travel mugs, half asleep and unaware that a scared, naked man debated whether or not to plow into them with his car like a missile.

Carl pulled up in a green Honda Civic, a surprisingly ugly car, considering how nondescript it was. It looked like the kind of car that a man who sold calendars door-to-door would drive.

Santa was taking an evening walk, when it started to rain. To his relief, a car coming slowly towards him stopped next to where he was standing. Santa opened its door and jumped in. Once inside, he realised that there was no one else in the car. Thinking the car to be haunted, Santa started screaming. Then he heard Banta's voice, 'Oye Santa, what are you shouting for? Instead of sitting inside, come out and help me to push the car. I have run out of petrol.

White is actually one of my favorite colors. I have a white car. I love white.

Beau, will you please watch the entrance for us?" "What should I do if I see anyone suspicious?" "Kick a car," Iain said. "Kick a car?" "To set off the alarm." "Gotcha," Beau said. "Good thinking.

Beau, ¿vigilas la entrada, por favor? -¿Qué debo hacer si veo algo sospechoso? -Patear un coche-respondió Iain. -¿Patear un coche? -Para activar la alarma. -¡Oralé!-dijo Beau-. Buena idea.

And so Yoshimi heard the dry pop one more time. Her forehead felt as if it were being crushed by a car. That was all.

You need a ride, Abs?" he asked. "No, no, I've got Mom's car. You know what I found in it last week?" "Do I want to?" "No, but I feel like someone should share my pain, and you could use a distraction. You ready?" She paused for effect. "A riding crop." "Please tell me she's taken up horseback riding." "She has not." "You're a cruel child, Abby.