Sentences with phrase «judder when»

The A3 Cabriolet too lets out a slight judder when traversing bumpy sections of our roads.

If you feel a juddering when moving off, it's probably the dual - mass flywheel on the way out — not cheap, and it makes sense to get the clutch replaced at the same time, so the total bill will be well over a grand.

There's a little juddering when a lot of cover art is on screen at once and needs to be scrolled through - for example, on Amazon Instant Video content under the video tab - but it's splitting hairs really as video playback itself is smooth and consistent.

Not exact matches

Like last week, when the episode of House of Cards I was watching on Netflix juddered and stopped, and I spent the next half - hour rebooting various black boxes so I could find out how Frank Underwood's latest machiavellian scheme worked out.

The frame rate in particular is noteworthy because when things get chaotic, the frame rate can easily tank resulting in a lot of judder during gameplay.

When Michael, staring at himself in the hotel bathroom's mirror, first hears her voice, the animators cause his seamed puppet - face to momentarily judder and become unstable, as if something is trying to break through his haze of self - pity and boredom.

«Juddering» is as good a description as any of how a diesel runs when not all cylinders are firing.

It was quieter for a few days after, but is it a coincidence that when I start the engine I now get juddering, and also grey smoke from the exhaust until the engine had warmed up properly?

Do they judder under hard braking, or just when you initially touch the brakes and then goes away when you press harder?

Back - to - back next to a 2015 Prius, the new car is noticeably more composed when attempting a mini hot lap, zigging and zagging at full tilt, juddering the low rolling resistance tires sideways in front and in back, and slamming on the brakes.

If you feel shuddering (judder, as Nissan calls it) when accelerating from a stop or in slow traffic, there might be an issue with the CVT transmission.

The standard six - speed manual gearbox has a springy yet accurate gait, but its clutch is quite heavy and there's often judder through the gearlever when pulling away.

Asphalt 8, for example, judders and lags when things get going, and even basic games such as Alto's Adventure seem to stumble randomly.

Once again we're seeing what happens when a game refreshes in a haphazard manner, with little consistency - the resultant judder often gives the impression of a game that is running at a much lower frame - rate than the actual reality of the situation.

However, the ego - massaging judders to an abrupt halt when you go online.

When would the Atlantic THC judder to a halt?

They need to be able to run HD video lectures without juddering — and a set of good speakers always comes in handy when the university day is done.

When panning, video clips show a noticeable judder effect and ringing is visible in bright light, but the S6 Edge does very good of handling artifacts overall.

There's very little judder anywhere (although in low - power mode everything does slow down a lot — far too much for a simple power saving when there's this much power coursing through the iPhone X), and that's a sign of a well - optimized handset.

In fact, we found ourselves surprisingly pleased with how well Motionflow, when set to True Cinema, reduced 24 FPS film judder effectively without introducing easily noticeable «soap opera effect.»

If left off, judder is heavy, resulting in significant blur, and HDR + processing seems to exacerbate the problem by introducing additional brightness that results in a sort of flashing effect when judder is present.

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.