Sentences with phrase «go rush hour traffic»

In Lambert v Khan, the plaintiff claimed to have suffered very severe and long - lasting whiplash - type injuries in a low speed «bump» in stop and go rush hour traffic along Highway 401 in Toronto while riding as a passenger in a taxi.

Sitting in stop - and - go rush hour traffic, I looked around at all the other poor slobs and thought, how do people deal with this day after day?

Anyone who's ever contended with a stiff clutch and tall shifter through three hours of Toronto's stop - and - go rush hour traffic can probably empathize.

Not exact matches

If you live in a fairly traffic - ridden city and go into quick labor during rush hour traffic, or if you're simply scared of that possibility, you can always choose home birth.

It is late in the evening rush hour, typical stop - and - go traffic.

It sometimes zoomed swiftly to a new location, and sometimes sat idling in one area, like a vehicle in stop - and - go rush - hour traffic.

There may have been a time or two where he had to go out in rush hour traffic to get me burgers so I would stop sobbing... While the burgers were grass - fed, gluten - free and delicious, they weren't enough for the high iron demand the pregnancy caused, and neither were the supplements I was taking.

Your footwork will resemble that of someone in rush - hour traffic going from 0 to 60 to 0 every 3 seconds.

They are so convenient when taking the train and you need both hands to old on to the handle bars so you don't go flying around in rush hour traffic.

We're at the airport now waiting to go home after getting caught in a torrential downpour and missing our flight (NYC traffic during rush hour is no joke!).

While we've all gone out of our way to avoid rush - hour traffic, few of us have probably been quite so successful at it as Julianne Cantarella.

Moves with all of the sluggish energy of stop - and - go traffic during rush hour.

If DeBont's last effort, Speed, could be seen as like a racecar zooming around a racetrack, then Twister is more like stop - and - go rush hour freeway traffic where the «going» is really fast.

They'll make your drive easier on long, straight, boring highways and freeways, through slow construction zones, and in stop - and - go rush - hour traffic.

Shifts were lazy and sometimes clunky, especially at lower speeds (like rush - hour stop - and - go traffic).

Driver confidence 2 offers all of the above plus collision preparation (with collision mitigation braking) and full - speed - range adaptive cruise control that works in stop - and - go traffic to make rush - hour commutes a whole lot easier.

Here we did what so many do in stop and go rush - hour traffic — we followed a vehicle in front at a space gap programmed into the system.

The stop - and - go system can take over throttle and brake functions during heavy traffic, keeping the driver from stressing out during rush hour congestion.

Even before we got going on the course itself, complete with a skid pad, slalom couse and a circuit with a variety of sharp corners, the Renegade negotiated winter rush - hour traffic with ease.

The advance here is stop - and - go, or full - range ACC as it's called, that goes all the way down to 0 mph and then back up to speed; earlier units cut out around 20 mph, making them useless in rush - hour traffic or on holiday weekends.

But in rush - hour, stop - and - go traffic, the automatic is awfully nice.

To further belabor the point, I don't have to drive in rush hour traffic everyday, I get to see my kids go to school in the morning, and I can pick them up afterwards as well.

You're sitting in stop - and - go traffic, which can be a pretty common scenario anywhere in Chicago during rush hour.

To help reduce your stress, go over the safety suggestions on heavily congested areas, ask a family member or friend to drive for you or simply avoid the rush hour traffic times.

While this all goes on, a traffic jam on the major road is created, causing enormous stress on the flow of cars at rush hour.

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.