Sentences with phrase «road ability instead»

So if you are after a well - built traditional SUV with a genuine off - road ability instead of a glitzy and unashamedly road - focused SUV, the new Discovery makes for a worthy choice.

Not exact matches

We managed to find a parking space soon after entering the main square and my abilities and road confidence were again tested as I went to the wrong side for the handbrake and grabbed the seat adjusting bar instead.

While, admittedly, it would be easier for me to be a work - at - home parent with only one child at home instead of having to pull all - nighters for the ability to grab some kid - free hours to work in silence, I don't see myself changing my mind down the road.

To achieve that aim the Senna GTR surrenders its ability and legality to be used on the public road, offering instead a very exclusive track day experience like the P1 GTR before it.

It might sacrifice a touch more on - road ability (and I'm sure some might want to go more in the direction of the road - focused Porsche instead) but I think it would be childishly worth it just to be able to get another few feet of air under the wheels.

Bundled into the $ 10,400 Premium 3 package, this radar cruise control on steroids allows extended no - hands driving by adding the ability to follow the path of the car in front instead of just relying on road markings to automatically steer the car.

Throughout its history, the RAV4 has rarely traded on its dynamism, off - road ability or cabin tech, instead selling on the strength of attributes such as versatility, reliability and resale value.

Its exclusive features make the most of the Cherokee's off - road abilities, and that's the main reason to buy a Cherokee instead of another crossover.

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.