Sentences with phrase «air ride because»

This is on because the prior owner removed the rear air ride because it failed

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Customers already love the 787 since it features customizable lighting, large electronically dimmable windows, and cleaner air, and because it's a quieter and smoother ride thanks to all of the technology onboard.

Primarily the things I love most about spring include sleeping with the windows cracked so I wake up to fresh air, being able to run in the morning before work (because there was no way I was crawling out of bed when is was 20 degrees at 6:30 am), Sunday bike rides and picnics in the park with the hubby, the hope of being able to wear sandals, and watching the world come alive again!

The ride is pretty smooth because of the large air - filled tires, but I still would like to have a suspension system.

Because these tires are air - filled, the cushion from the air gives you a natural suspension system and you have a nice smooth ride.

Because no study has yet examined the likelihood of first - trimester miscarriage after a roller coaster ride, no one can say for certain exactly what is safe or not safe This holds true for any other ride that might whip you around or launch you rapidly into the air.

Air - filled tires are perfect for urban living parents because of the smooth riding experience in all terrains.

The NHTSA recommends that children under 13 always ride in the back, partly because they're more likely than an adult to be injured by an air bag's sudden, explosive inflation.

I can wear jeans all day long though and I think thats because I'm used to it from when I rode horses but sleeves... oh my god I can't wait to get into air conditioning.

And Radhika was speechless after a hot - air balloon ride over the Omani desert at sunrise, saying in a text message, «It is really hard to describe my feelings at this very moment because there is so much 2 say and I don't know where 2 start and because of all the excitement.»

It's a zero - emission ride that produces nothing but water — it also «vacuums» the air because what goes in (smog, tiny particulates, and so on) is cleansed so the air that exits is 99.9 percent pure.

Really, though, this technology is merely the icing on the cake, because even with the standard - fit air suspension the ride is so good you feel as though you are floating, funnily enough, on a cushion of air.

Because we get the seven - seater model, it has the rear air springs to maintain ride level to ensure optimum damper behaviour.

Conventional runflat tires compromise ride quality because they rely on a low profile and stiff sidewalls to shoulder the load when air pressure is lost.

Because of that, finding news of cars against bikes incidents in Brazil is not hard, the most sadistic being the case of the Porto Alegre «driver» who was so impatient with the Critical Mass riding in front of him that he decided to just step on the pedal and send 17 cyclists flying through the air.

And because it tends to ride dry desert air (duh), it can put a damper on hurricane formation.

Airlines are accused of having a free ride in terms of air pollution because they pay no tax on the fuel used for international flights.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.