Sentences with phrase «into rush hour traffic»

Those with more money jump out of airplanes, off cliffs holding onto kites, dart into rush hour traffic on a motorcycle, bungee jump, scale cliffs, motocross, and so on.

Not exact matches

Little or no delight is taken in neighbors here (particularly during rush hour traffic); others» conditions are others» business; and the interest of the community is taken into account only to the degree to which it coincides with ones personal interest.

After a few days of driving into Boston during rush hour traffic for a conference and being completely sleep deprived, while also trying to pack my life together for a six month Central America travel adventure I was completely exhausted.

And if any man found himself the target of your romantic interests I'd tell him to run for his very life — across the freeway, head on into speeding rush hour traffic — if he didn't make it at least the end would come quickly.

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.

To see if real people fall prey to this same illusion, Redelmeier and Tibshirani mounted a video camera in the backseat of a graduate student's car and sent him into Toronto's rush - hour traffic.

It's Friday at rush hour and traffic is thick and slow on L.A.'s I - 605, but there are small crevices between cars and trucks the 13 - foot - long Alfa can squeeze into.

As Timmins noted the previous evening while I piloted the three of us from Ann Arbor to Detroit in rush hour traffic, I had the 1 - series M in fourth gear most of the time, the better to dive into holes in traffic at 90 mph and generally make a spectacle of ourselves on eastbound M - 14 in our little orange BMW rocket.

And I love the dual - clutch transmission not only because I can drop it into automatic mode when creeping around in rush - hour traffic, but because in full - bore mode it shifts with a ferocity and swiftness I could never manage with a manual gearbox.

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.

All of the twist that maxes out at 1,500 rpm is almost diesel - like, and it's particularly helpful when charging into traffic or dealing with the knife fight that is rush hour.

It got rearended on an interstate highway in pouring rain in morning rush hour traffic and subsequently pushed into a trailer hitch of a Honda Pilot in front and the damage is relatively minimal.

I was a bit hesitant as I turned into San Francisco traffic at rush hour in the 2017 QX80, Infiniti's behemoth of a full - size luxury SUV.

I dashed into rush - hour traffic, securing lane position with little trouble.

It's why I don't ride a bike in New York — no way I'm heading into Manhattan traffic during rush hour.

The mayor told Mississauga city council she opposes them for three reasons: the pollution caused by idling; traffic problems, particularly during rush hour when lineups spill into turning lanes; and the routine violation of a city bylaw that prohibits idling for more than three minutes.

But things change when you drive during rush hour and take traffic into account.

You might find that what looks like a quick ten - minute drive is really about thirty minutes when you take into account rush hour traffic.

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.