Sentences with phrase «more rush hour traffic»

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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.

De Blasio sought to downplay his use of an NYPD helicopter to avoid rush - hour traffic between Brooklyn and Queens last Friday, saying his predecessors had used the travel method much more frequently.

I'm more the high adrenaline, low energy type, such as — sky diving, roller coasters, weaving in and out of rush hour traffic, etc..

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.

He's not interested in getting stuck in urban rush - hour traffic or blasting across I - 80 but perhaps cruising something more picturesque, like the Pacific Coast Highway.

I feel more at peace even in rush hour traffic.

If you can, avoid rush hour, as sitting in traffic burns more gas and emits more pollutants.

Also, if you can change your starting and ending times for work, you can avoid rush hour traffic and make for a more efficient and less frustrating commute.

After a journey of more than 22 hours, including Atlanta's downtown evening rush - hour traffic, I was more than relieved to pull up the driveway of the St. Regis Atlanta, located in Buckhead at West Paces Ferry Road.

More if traffic is really bad during rush hour traffic.

After a journey of more than 22 hours, including Atlanta's downtown evening rush - hour traffic, I was more than relieved to...

More during bad rush hour traffic.

After a protected bike lane was installed on Chicago's Kinzie Street: Bicycle ridership on increased 55 percent, according to morning rush hour counts; Forty - one percent of respondents changed their usual route to take advantage of the new lane; Bicyclists accounted for a majority of all eastbound traffic (53 percent) and more than one third (34 percent) of total street traffic during a CDOT traffic count conducted during morning rush hour in August 2011.

Here's one more study showing that more roads are not the answer to our rush hour traffic problems: they only attract more cars.NPR reported on the study as LA was gearing up to close 10 miles of Interstate 405 for the weekend to allow for the latest phase of a $ 1 billion widening project.

He told Metropolis, «The peaks of traffic flow more or less coincide with those of energy use» and suggested that rush - hour chaos on the highways could actually help power the commute for public - transport users.

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.

She brings up the recent study that was conducted by the Transportation Commissioner's office that concluded that more than 20 percent of the rush hour traffic on Milwaukee Avenue is made up of bicyclists anyway.

With the hustle and bustle associated with urban areas comes a few things: more people, rush hour traffic, and traffic tickets.

You might also want to avoid driving through rush hour traffic, through road works and at night, as all of these conditions also come with more car accidents.

If, on the other hand, you drive a lot or have a long commute in rush hour traffic, you will pay more simply because you are around other cars more often.

The opportunity to be part of this global network is part of your NAR and MLS memberships, so while others may dazzle you with how they attract more traffic than an LA rush hour, you've already paid for it.

Sig Buster thought he was just showing relocating clients how to avoid the rush - hour traffic, but they ended up having to maneuver around a much more dangerous situation.

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.