Sentences with phrase «really hot cars»

Like to drive really hot cars that you would never dream of buying yourself?

Not exact matches

For some reason there's also a hot dog stand, but that's not the wurst thing about this set — that would be the shade of green used on the cars, which really should be turquoise.

I have gotten over it for the most part, but it gets old really fast (not as fast as a dirty diaper left in a hot car, but pretty close).

The way back we really put the BB Tai to the test, wearing an exhausted 30 lb Dragon Baby the few miles back to the car in the hot hot sun.

The hot older lady has really a cool house, with loads of expensive cars and lots of money.

Of course, this begs the question as to why people would ever really need to see a new Fast and Furious film when we've seen nearly all there is to see in terms of hot cars, hot women, and quick - cut street racing action.

I didn't really care much until yesterday when the car got hot abnormally (3/4 of the gauge, usually 1/4) while idling, though the heat did lessen when the car moving, but it does imply the car has a trouble.

First off, the A / C gets down to 50F when car is running idle for several minutes, so it's not too bad... however on hot clear days in mid-afternoon the car never really feels cooled off.

Drinks - would be really nice to have a flask of hot coffee or soup, but realistically you can keep juice or cans in the car really easily.

They were like the German versions of U.S. hot - rodders — you poke around the car and see that they used really cool brackets and mounting methods and hardware.

Don't get me wrong, i have huge respect for the Civic, and I fully understand that it is probably the preeminent hot hatch in our day and age, but despite all of its shortcomings as an everyday car, I really do like the Focus.

Out on track, where you can really push the A45, it becomes a more involving car but, still, it lacks the spirit of a great hot hatch.

Dynamically, the GTI isn't the most exciting car in the warm hatch sector — a car with «only» 217bhp can't really be called «hot» in this day and age, can it?

The FK8 Civic's interior is a major step on from the old car, and crucially for a hot hatch, all the really important interior bits in the Type R are spot on: great bucket seats, good pedal weighting including the brake, the tactile alloy gear knob and a lovely, slim, leather steering wheel.

There may have been a few disappointed builders, but it was a solid choice, one that represents an ongoing change in contemporary hot rodding away from «trailer queens» built just for show and towards cars that really hit the road, just like the early hot - rodders would have wanted.

It's certainly pointy in a way familiar to modern hot hatch fans — and in a way the older car's lower - geared rack really isn't — but combined with the harsh reaction to bumps, driving quickly often seems a little like hard work.

In many ways, it isn't a rival to existing hot hatches at all, but a specialist machine for those who want a really exclusive, compact race - developed car that can cope with a trip to the shops as well as track days.

He conceded that the hot hatch market was «very competitive» in Australia, but said: ``... we see in the future — it's not impossible we could get a really nice Corolla or other type of car, and if that opportunity arose through our Gazoo Racing development we would put our hand up for it.»

Although, on hot summer days, it can get really hot inside the car if it's parked in direct sunlight.

Really it's not fair to expect this hard - core hot hatch to soak in bumps or potholes like a typical premium car — it's a stiffly sprung car, after all, and the ride is quite harsh over rutted roads and sharp - edged potholes to the point that its borderline uncomfortable.

You can sit here and bicker for an hour about the practical merits of a hot - rodded Grand Cherokee, but I prefer to recognize that there really are not any, other than the fact that this is a «car guy's» creation sure to entertain anyone who fits that description.

Then it's, «Whoa, this car is really good — and a serious hot rod.

«The typical life cycle in the sports car segment is that cars are really hot the first year,» said Bernhard Glaser, product manager for coupes and convertibles for Mercedes - Benz USA Inc. «The segment is very much driven by new product.»

I originally thought I was more a fan of the demure kind of Golf attitude, but really that rear end on that Civic is just, it's one of the hottest looking cars there is.

Renault may be more associated with mainstream cars and the occasional hot hatchback, but those who really know Renault are aware that there's more to the French automaker than meets the eye.

That used to mean a really hot - looking, aspirational car.

«Creating an extreme version of our signature hot - hatch really is a case of making a great car even greater,» says Horsley, the brains behind Mazda Australia's formidable RX - 7 SP and MX - 5 SP variants.

After the fourth or fifth hot lap, my car was really sliding around and it was very nervous.

car runs really hot.

People call the Type R the ultimate performance hot hatch and we proved today that it really is; the car continues to push the boundaries of what's possible from front wheel drive,» Guerrieri said.

Unfortunately, the air conditioning never really blew that cold; on a couple of extremely hot days, it ran full - blast on Auto the entire time we were in the car without ever delivering really cold air; the fan noise was such that we finally got fed up with it and manually decreased the fan speed — oh, and it automatically turns on the cooled seats when you crank up the air, so you have to figure out how to shut those off (via touchscreen) to keep from feeling like you wet your pants.

I really like the looks, with the styling having an edge to it that makes the car standout in the crowd of hot hatches.

Of course we can't talk about a racing game without mentioning the car selection, and hot damn does Rivals really impress.

The only problem, says O'Brien, is that you can really burn your rear end on the seat of a hot car.

This is because of the possibility that the child could die from hyperthermia as the temperature gets really hot inside a parked car.

(what does HOT mean and to who)- «numerous upgrades» (does that mean 4 or 100)- «high end flooring» (does than mean $ 1 or $ 100 per sq ft)- «throughout» (does that mean in the closets and patio too)- «loads of cupboards» (I guess a transport is backing up right now)- «freshly painted» (does it smell nice)- «ready to move into» (i guess they got a mold test done before listing)- «Full bathrooms» (i guess you better hold it then)--» parking for 4 cars» (hondas or crown vics)-» mature neighbourhood» (is that old or does it mean no more vacant land exists)- «fenced in» (I guess that means the agent saw the permits and survey already)- «easy access to highways» (does this means it backs onto a major noisy four lane)- «tastefully updated» (I guess you can eat off the floors)- «sony 60» TV (glad to see the agent agreeing to pay for repairs)- «single attached garage» (a member of ashley madison maybe)-» tree lined street» (glad to see the city has been contacted to verify no remediation)- «this really is a fabulous home» (wow assuming all that liability in one phrase)-» within walking distance» (one block for grannies or 2 miles for teens)- «country life in the city» (you can have chickens and plow the yard)-» great location» (I guess all their other listings have a poor one)- «brand new» (wow that means what exactly)

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.