A car is just fast enough when you stand in front of it in the morning and are afraid to unlock it.
Sarah Palin is now the guy who hangs out in the high school parking lot, showing off his car, five years after he graduated.
Unfortunately, the headlights of the car were bright enough for them to see Mae's outfit quite clearly. "Oh my God," said Nick, and shut his eyes. Jamie gave a small, nervous laugh. "What?" Mae demanded. "Alan told us that we were supposed to dress as we truly are!" "And you felt that what you truly are is a Christmas tree with too much tinsel. " Nick grinned. "Huh.
The hood ornament on your car is for telling you where you're going. The rear-view-mirror is for showing you how good you look while you're getting there.
It's a shame cars don't run on cognitive dissonance.
I don't actually own a car.
I love to personalize things. I love to make things my own. I like to name everything - from cars to iPhones to the socks I just lost.
My sister was so promiscuous she broke her ankle in the glove compartment of a car.
Uh uh uh, turning the car into oncoming traffic. . . is counterproductive!
You're safer in the race car than you are in cars going to and from the track.
Any eyes on me - a late-night street sweeper, some dude texting in his parked car, the homeless guy talking to himself - make me feel uncomfortable when I skate. Everyone expects me to do certain things.
Samuel laughed out loud. "You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mercy? He never was mad about the car. He was the first one at the scene of the accident. He thought you'd killed yourself. We all did. That was a pretty spectacular wreck.
I admit to wasting my life messing around with fast cars and motorcycles.
No, no, no. There's no such thing as cheap and cheerful. It's cheap and nasty & expensive and cheerful.
Cars are all jammed up all along the road and a light turns red and someone honks. In every one of those cars there is a story or a hundred stories. For every light on in al of those huge city buildings there is a story. No one knows what I am about to face and no one knows my story and neither do I right then.
All the great naturalists have been habitual walkers, for no laboratory, no book, car, train or plane takes the place of honest footwork for this calling, be it amateur's or professional's.
The modern suburb is the product of the car, the five-day week, and the "bankers' hours" of the masses.
I was driving in Manhattan. There's traffic, nobody's moving. . . The guy behind me is honking just at me. He kept yelling at me. I decided that I'm gonna argue with this guy, but I'm gonna argue about something else. I'm not having his argument; I'm having mine. So, he's like, 'Go!' And I go, 'Well give me back my jacket!' And he stopped. I was like, 'Yeah, you got my jacket! Give it back! I said you could borrow it, not have it! You're stretching it out, you fat pig! Give it back, now!' He got back in his car, and he locked his doors.
Ian MacKaye was in London while I was living there. We both decided that even though we had very different lifestyles, we had the same mentality - politically, and in a lot of other different ways. His statement was, "We're going to the same place, except you're taking a taxi, and I'm driving my own car. " That's me and Ian MacKaye's relationship. I love him, he's great.
I do find it extraordinary that men are so prepared to pay for your dinner here. That simply never happens in England. When I first got together with Len, I couldn't understand why it seemed like he was always trying to get into my side of the car. He was holding the door open for me! I don't know what you teach American men in school here, but you have to keep it up, because it's extremely charming.