Quotes About Driving

That was really good driving, Maddy told her. Yeah, thanks. Here, baby. Here. Pilar turned her, held her when the shakes came. And, holding her, reached out for Maddy. Here, baby, she said again. Maddy pressed herself into that circle of comfort and let the tears come.

The headache was a result of being drugged. And then the other horror hit him like a slap to the face, and he involuntarily gasped. He was in avian, driving away from their hotel. Kovac had given him only enough narcotic to make him compliant, like a drunk who needs to be led away from a party.

The headache was a result of being drugged. And then the other horror hit him like a slap to the face, and he involuntarily gasped. He was in a van, driving away from their hotel. Kovac had given him only enough narcotic to make him compliant, like a drunk who needs to be led away from a party.

drove his new customized Tesla

brown hair, pebbly eyes dark beneath his straw hat, drove a team of workhorses from the west. His cheeks were sunburned

If he failed the first time he took his driver's licence test, it was mainly because he started an argument with the examiner in an ill-timed effort to prove that nothing could be more humiliating to a rational creature than being required to encourage the development of a base conditional reflex by stopping at a red light when there was not an earthly soul around, heeled or wheeled. He was more circumspect the next time, and passed...

I think I'm coming up on the ess curve, so I'm going to hang up and concentrate on driving. In the snow. Which wasn't supposed to happen until tomorrow afternoon. Gee, Kels, I didn't know you believed in the weatherman. Do you still believe in Santa and the Tooth Fairy, too? How about the Easter Bunny? All right. Point taken.

If your access to health care involves your leaving work and driving somewhere and parking and waiting for a long time, that's not going to promote healthiness.

Baseball is like driving, it's the one who gets home safely that counts.

Doing magick without knowing oneself is like driving a car with the emergency brake on.

In Joey's neighborhood the blocks were short and there were stop signs on every corner. It was hard to get going more than fifteen miles an hour, and on those lazy streets Joey's refurbished 1973 El Dorado convertible got about eight blocks to the gallon.

Proper driving etiquette demands that you basically get close enough to a car in front of you at a busy intersection that it would mean that in certain third-world countries, or South Carolina, you would have to get married.

The floor behind the driver's seat was littered with eight-tracks, but at night it was always Frampton Comes Alive!

That's right, yeah. I told him I'd be in Detroit tomorrow. I better start driving right now." "Don't be in such a hurry," Russ said, and handed me the envelope that he had placed on the table when he sat down. "Go ahead, open it." In it was a plane ticket to Detroit and a pile of $100s. All

There are races and then there are races. And without a doubt, the Indy 500 is the race that I've always wanted to attend. And now, to be driving the Corvette Pace Car... this is going to be unbelievable.

There was an art to learning what individuals were made of, to analyzing how they were put together, and then—when the moment was right—lining them up just so and driving the point home, breaking them along predicted lines; faceting them like one of Galen's kybers. Obitt one way, Tarkin the other.

Don't drive like you own the road; drive like you own the car.

FYI, car crashes kill way more kids than cancer does. Those crosses you see on the side of the highway, the little white ones hung with fading silk flowers? They're for people my age. ("People who were texting," my dad liked to remind me—because he never wanted to blame Budweiser for anything.)

Ninety percent of people want the direction of their life to change, but they forget they're the ones driving the car. You have to turn the wheel.

Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster is a maniac?

so there we were around four thirty that afternoon, driving past the Omaha Country Club into the bedroom community of Raven Oaks.

My turn signal had been on since

Cindy needed both hands on the wheel. She clicked off without leaving a message and tossed her phone back onto the passenger seat. Up ahead, Lake Street terminated at a T intersection. Cindy saw the Subaru take the left onto Arguello Boulevard toward the Presidio, and she followed the Outback into the turn too fast. Centrifugal force sent her handbag and cell phone off the passenger seat and onto the floor.

There are a lot of impractical things about owning a Porsche. But they're all offset by the driving experience. It really is unique. Lamborghinis and Ferraris come close. And they are more powerful, but they don't handle like a Porsche.