A lot of times when I buy a lot of toys, I get a little jealous and keep one or two for myself. So I've got a couple of drones. I've got a couple of remote-control cars. I like to have fun
Modern cars I don't like so much.
I write songs for people who drive in cars. I really do.
I just keep my cars to myself.
Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.
The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.
You can't have thousands of cars without good computers on the electric grid.
Father made the most popular cars in the world; I want to make the best.
Few scientists would treat their cars as badly as they treat their conceptual schemes.
Winter in the country is very white. There is black grit on all the shoulders of the roads and on the big mounds from the plows, and all the cars are filthy, but the fields are dazzling and untouched and pristine.
I'm more into, like, colour than, like, the type of car and stuff. I don't know much about cars, so I'm just more into picking the right color.
The gap between the two cars is 0. 9 of a second, which is less than one second
I jumped 18 cars on a motorcycle, so I did almost everything.
If you lined up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would try to pass them.
If we wanted a program to help the majority of the population, we'd offer loan guarantees to help poor people get access to reliable cars so that they could have a better shot at getting - and keeping - a well-paying job. . . A small amount of capital could make a much bigger difference in their lives than extra student loan relief for middle-class college kids would.
We ran three cars last year. Unfortunately, as time went on, we did have to let a few people go, which we regretted, but just because of the situation.
Cars don't cause pollution, trees do.
I love fast cars. . . and to go too fast in them.
I'm not a feminist. I hail men, I love men. I celebrate American male culture, and beer, and bars and muscle cars.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.