Sentences with phrase «really stopped traffic»

The trousers feature amazing gold buttons that were decorative and really stopped traffic.

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Human trafficking and slavery has never really stopped.

Peter Mares: Jane Martin, do I really need a traffic light system on my food to stop me eating a pack of salty, fatty chips or a sugary chocolate bar when in fact I know I should eat an apple or a carrot instead?

I can kinda see why too — you can't really do much to stop him, you end up making more traffic in front for bad bounces, screening your own goalie, etc. and it's almost like a waste of energy.

If there was a second traffic stop for speeding on the Albany sojurn, Mr. Hill really should have said so in his mea culpa letter.

There were a few curves and hills but no other towns to go through and the thing I really liked, no more traffic lights or stop signs!

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.

Mine was cutting out when stopping in traffic and really struggled to pull away when just started up from cold.

You really do feel very exposed, too, something that seems to become even more apparent when you stop at traffic lights or crawl through town — there's simply nothing between you and the «outside» world.

The peaky turbo engine and its high - strung transmission are tons of fun in hard driving — really at anything over 20 mph — but the tuning is unpleasant in the stop - and - go traffic most of us frequently suffer through.

Somewhat useful for the stop and go traffic crawl, but really mostly just a party trick.

Really annoying in stop - and - go city traffic.

The QX60's adaptive cruise control works really well in stop - and - go traffic.

On UK roads, stop - start traffic will be its biggest test, as you really need a track to take full advantage of its 200mph performance and razor - sharp handling.

I could turn off this feature at the push of a button, useful for stop - and - go traffic where it would really become intrusive.

We were perfect on the pit stops and we were really good in traffic.

Setups like this work best in stop and go traffic and really shine when used as commuting vehicles and city run - about type roles.

Speaking of driving, I really don't like Coronado's streets since many don't have four - way stop signs and it took us a good seven minutes to safely cross one of the streets because of all the nonstop traffic.

The problem that was ignored in the article really is that YouTube's leadership has been loose with creating stop gaps that allow the free flow of traffic not to be impeded by dimwits.

I'm talking chain - themselves - to - the - White - House - fence - stop - traffic - at - the - Capitol kind of crazy, because I think if we all make enough noise about this, we might be able to trade a lousy Keystone pipeline for some really good systemic responses to climate change.»

So it seems that if we really want to stop killing people in traffic, we need to recognize that the entire system needs to be modified, rather than implying, as Freedman seems to, that if cyclists weren't increasing death by traffic would magically abate.

Really, riding a bike can be so boring, especially in stop - and - go city traffic.

What if you mentioned to the officer once stopped that you were simply going with the flow of the traffic, and he didn't really seem to object?

Often times, people think they have stopped when they really haven't and are shocked when they receive a traffic ticket.

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.