Sentences with phrase «go to the extremes offered»

To go to the extremes offered by most alternative solutions exceeds the cost of economic returns.

Not exact matches

You really can not go wrong in purchasing black or white items, as they offer extreme versatility when it comes to styling and they are both universally flattering.

In my opinion, the coat is exactly the medium - heavy weight expected of this kind of design and offers the appropriate warmth — it's never going to be as warm as an insulated cold weather jacket made for outdoor sports or harsh weather extremes, but no stylish coat ever will.

So that means you'll have the option of having more power than you most likely will ever need on the open road... but DMC also offers the looks to match all this brutal force... one of the most often made comments about the Lamborghini Veneno was the fact the styling was over the top, I personally don't agree with that as I think the Veneno looks absolutely stunning... but DMC took their Edizione - GT exterior to an extreme... without going too far.

The most extreme road going Aston Martin of all time, the GT12 version of the V12 Vantage is billed to be the most focused and hedonistic road going car ever offered by the factory.

4x4 models offer a choice of three driving modes: 2WD (power goes to the rear wheels only), 4H (all - wheel drive for light off - road use, at speeds up to 100 km / h), and 4LO (low - range all - wheel - drive for extreme terrain).

You can't go to the extreme of pushing your offer again and again but you have to be able to let your subscribers know what you have.

«Roach's forays offer fascinating evidence of the full range of human weirdness, the nonsense that has often passed for medical science and, more poignantly, the extreme lengths to which people will go to find sexual satisfaction.»

Calivigny Island offers an abundance of activities for those... searching for something extreme to those just wanting to lie on the beach and listen to life going by.

We've seen Google Project Fi doing referral programs on several occasions, but none of them has gone to the extremes of offering a free Fi - compatible phone.

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.