Quotes About Car

Luck, like a Russian car, generally only works if you push it.

The trick at Le Mans is to get the car 'in the window.' Everything is critical: the tyre pressure, the brake temperature, and that means you have to push the car a lot to get it into the window - it's about getting everything to work right and getting the car to flow through the corners.

How do you keep a mattress on the roof of your car from flying?" "Yeah, well, I don't know how many people know it, but a lot of people have learned that putting your arm up there to hold the mattress is not going to work.

Katz argues that we are engaging in a kind of theatrical storytelling, inside of our cars, angrily "constructing moral dramas"15 in which we are the wronged victims—and the "avenging hero"—in some traffic epic of larger importance.

In America, a pedestrian is someone who has just parked their car.

You know what I really love? The CD players in a car. How when you put the CD right up by the slot, it actually takes it out of your hand, like it's hungry. It pulls it in, and you feel like it wants more silver discs.

So I was getting into my car, and this bloke says to me 'Can you give me a lift?' I said 'Sure, you look great, the world's your oyster, go for it.'

You know, somebody actually complimented me on my driving today. They left a little note on the windscreen, it said 'Parking Fine.

At eight dollars a month, the average Cuban would have to save his or her entire salary for a hundred years to buy a car. Since

From the doorway I looked back at the street. The car parked outside was

Get in the race car do what I do then go home. We don't have freedom to do anything anymore.

My first car was an '84 Ford Taurus. It caught on fire from me trying to change the fuel pump, so that wasn't good at all. Dried leaves on the ground while I was trying to change the fuel pump. Don't do that. Do it on concrete.

I knew that by getting behind the wheel of the car and having had something to drink, the responsibility laid on my shoulders.

I remember that all of a sudden, the car felt like I couldn't control it. It was absolutely the most horrifying experience. We rolled over, off the freeway. I think there was something wrong with the car.

As far as luxury goes, about the only thing I do is... I go first class all the way. I live on the road, so when I'm out there, I'm getting the nice hotel suite, I'm getting the luxury car, I'm eating the good food, and I make sure I take care of myself on the road.

They were in my briefcase, in the trunk, but I was hesitant to get out of the car. I was much taller than the policeman, and he might make my height a cause for provocation

I stopped simply to look around, in the idle curiosity that is available to any person with a car in Mexico and no particular place to go.

and then gouts of them, a straggling mass of buttery beating wings, and after a while clouds of butterflies so thick they blinded me briefly and smeared my windows and left powdery streaks of scales on the hood of my car when I smacked into them.

And I had the gringo's instant assurance that my country, and my car, was just behind the humongous wall.

drove up the road and into the foothills to Huayapam, a simple drive, my car bouncing on the speed bumps, the topes and corrugations.

What would happen is that every idiot in this town who owns a gun, which is basically every idiot in this town, would grab his gun, jump into his car, or somebody else's car, and lay rubber for I-95. Inside of ten minutes the city is gridlocked, and what happens next makes IwoJima look like a maypole dance. This whole town turns into the end of a Stephen King novel.

We were fools and now we were driving to our deaths in a rental car. Janet Jackson was tinkling from the speakers, asking what we had done for her as of late

Decker shook his head and stood. "It goes beyond mere eccentricity. She also has a run-down farmhouse and a crappy car that she drives to work and on her rounds as the proverbial Good Samaritan." "What does that tell you?" "If you were a spy and had

The car had been returned to the impoundment lot where Luther had "borrowed" it earlier that night. The plate would get them nowhere