Quotes About Traffic

I found myself pondering as I drove, which is never a great idea in Miami's rush-hour traffic, and at the intersection of Le Jeune I very nearly plowed into a Jaguar whose driver had made the perfectly reasonable decision to turn left from the center lane. I swerved around it at the last second, earning myself a loud and operatic chorus of horns and bad words in three languages. I supposed it served me right for criticizing Rita's driving. Somehow

We rolled across town through light traffic, mostly keeping our thoughts to ourselves. Several times I caught Jackie looking at me with what could only be called a secret smirk, and while it's nice to be the target of other people's happiness, I didn't get any joy from her barely suppressed amusement—especially since I had no idea what was causing it.

I started my car and put Chase out of my mind as I nosed out into the merry brutality of Friday-night traffic in Miami.

while everyone in all the cars behind you swelters in the July sun that no air-conditioning can ever overcome

Traffic lurched forward. I crawled slowly past a flatbed truck that was pulled off onto the grass beside the road. The hood of the truck was up. Seven or eight men in dingy clothes sat on the bed of the truck. They were waiting, too, but they seemed a little happier about it than I was. Maybe they weren't being pursued by an insane homicidal artist.

New Jersey Turnpike

Egyptologists, skilled in piecing together the papyri of lost civilisations, suddenly discovered that the same talent could be applied to working out the pattern of German radio traffic.

At least in Phoenix, you can get off the main highways and take side streets to where you want to go. In L.A., you can't. You're stuck.

I've been told I have an aggressive driving style.

The thing you gotta understand about L.A. is that everything is suburbia. Los Angeles isn't set up like San Francisco or New York.

I suppose a cycle courier knows better than anyone how a murder on Marble Arch can hold up traffic.

Anyone driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac.

Teach children to be polite and courteous in the home, and, when he grows up, he will never be able to edge his car onto a freeway.

Advice to children crossing the street: damn the lights. Watch the cars. The lights ain't never killed nobody.

There are two modes of transport in Los Angeles: car and ambulance. Visitors who wish to remain inconspicuous are advised to choose the latter

I'm not a car guy. The subway gets me where I need to go efficiently and cheaply, and I don't worry about traffic.

Whenever I drive under a yellow light, I always kiss my finger and tap it on the roof of the car. And I do that when I get onto a plane as well!

The car was invented as a convenient place to sit out traffic jams

When you run into someone in NY it is usually a pleasant surprise. When you run into someone in LA you usually had a car accident.

The modern world is a crowd of very rapid racing cars all brought to a standstill and stuck in a block of traffic.

Uh uh uh, turning the car into oncoming traffic... is counterproductive!

Nobody uses his car in New York, because so many people use it that traffic is congested and unbearably slow.

You wanna have laughs? Do what I do. When I go through a tollbooth, I keep going. I tell the guy, The car behind me is paying for two.

Have you slept yet?' 'Sure. I took a power nap on the way over.' 'Didn't you drive there?' 'Yeah. Other drviers kept waking me up. Car horns should be illegal.' - Charley & Cookie