Car Insurance for
Women Drivers Through the years, the relationship between women and automobiles has constantly shifted.
Not exact matches
A rally Saturday quickly descended into brawls between white supremacists and counterprotesters, and one
woman was killed when a
driver plowed
through a crowd of those opposing the rally.
At least three people reported seeing a
woman throw her infant son
through the
driver's side window.
We joined our guide Tokok, a Balinese local for a pied - piper inspired single - file walk
through narrow rice paddy fields stopping as
women rode side - saddle on motorbikes and a passing parade of smiling
drivers carefully navigated the slim pathways.
I am a long haul truck
driver who is seeking a good
woman to travel on the road and
through life with.
The late Mordecai Richler's 1997 novel provides the groundwork for this dramedy adaptation starring Paul Giamatti (Fred Claus, The Nanny Diaries) as the titular Montreal television producer Barney Panofsky, a man who has suffered
through one tragic marriage with a free - spirited young
woman in Italy (Lefevre, Twilight) who turns up carrying another man's child only to get himself into another loveless one with a well - to - do Jewish - American princess (
Driver, Ella Enchanted), while he only has eyes for a
woman he barely knows in another part of the country (Pike, Surrogates).
Communities that once shunned the sport now welcome it with open arms; middle - aged
women and their teenage sons line up for
driver autographs; and traveling, ex-World Rally Championship engineers now drift
through the Subaru paddock helping Smith's program run better.
At five in the morning someone banging on the door and shouting, her husband, John, leaping out of bed, grabbing his rifle, and Roscoe at the same time roused from the backhouse, his bare feet pounding: Mattie hurriedly pulled on her robe, her mind prepared for the alarm of war, but the heart stricken that it would finally have come, and down the stairs she flew to see
through the open door in the lamplight, at the steps of the portico, the two horses, steam rising from their flanks, their heads lifting, their eyes wild, the
driver a young darkie with rounded shoulders, showing stolid patience even in this, and the
woman standing in her carriage no one but her aunt Letitia Pettibone of McDonough, her elderly face drawn in anguish, her hair a straggled mess, this
woman of such fine grooming, this dowager who practically ruled the season in Atlanta standing up in the equipage like some hag of doom, which indeed she would prove to be.
The 1960s are also depicted
through the ironic sight of Evelyn Hofer (German - American), in her portrayals of London's trade keepers, of a butcher at the Smithfield Market, a group of taxi
drivers gathering around a kiosk, a
woman who sells lollypops, or of the Garrick Club's waiters.
If there had been any attempt to suppress the applicant's freedom to criticize orthodox religious beliefs
through her «church», that might have been a Charter issue, but having her picture in a prescribed form on her
driver's licence did not — especially since she had eventually agreed to be photographed in a «
woman pirate's outfit» that met the rules, so she had a licence anyway.