Sentences with phrase «rode in hugged»

Even the early model I rode in hugged the road impressively as the driver jerked the wheel from side to side.

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Jessica Campbell hugs Jonathan Fitzgerald after riding out Hurricane Harvey in an apartment in Rockport.

A train ride from Copenhagen took us to this city in central Denmark and my pictures can even do it justice because it oozed charm and felt like a comforting hug after the hustle and bustle from the earlier part of the trip.

There are many things that I find different in my new role — I no longer get hugs and high fives from children as a daily acknowledgement of the importance of my work, I haven't cleaned up vomit from a floor, and I get to ride my bike to work much more often than in the past.

As you'd expect from an A3 with an extra 276 pounds of road - hugging weight from a battery pack, the 3471 - pound Audi A3 Sportback e-tron delivers a resilient ride on the highway, relaxed and yet always in control on its 103 - inch wheelbase.

The engine becomes more urgent in delivering power to the rear wheels, the transmission likes to hold onto gears for a little longer to continue riding the linear wave of torque, and the seats hug you even tighter.

It doesn't make the seats hug you tighter as in the RS4, but it does improve the note from the exhaust, as well as activate the car's standard magnetic ride suspension.

Optimized suspension geometry settings with adjusted camber angles have made substantial improvements in road - hugging traction and riding comfort.

The silhouette of the 9 - 3 — raked front and rear glass, wedgelike shoulder lines and a jutting chin — gets an extra dose of drama in the Vector package, with its ground - hugging ride height, deep valances below the bumpers, 17 - inch alloy wheels and flared side sills.

While some sports cars have a busy ride, letting you feel every rock embedded in concrete, and making a loud noise over rough surfaces, the Crossfire cushions out most of the small stuff, while remaining generally firm and hugging the road.

Jessica Campbell hugs Jonathan Fitzgerald after riding out Hurricane Harvey in an apartment in Rockport.

The admission includes FREE transportation from the participant hotels in Riviera Maya, welcome briefing and orientation session about the behavior and physiology of dolphins, access to three of the five activities - Foot Push, Belly Ride, Boogie Push, Snorkel or Interaction - and other great and fun features such as kissing, hugging and greeting, among others.

A Guilty Liberal Finally Snaps, Swears Off Plastic, Goes Organic, Becomes A Bicycle Nazi, Turns Off His Power, Composts His Poop and, While Living In New York City, Generally Turns Into a Tree - Hugging Lunatic Who Tries to Save the Polar Bears and The Rest of the Planet from Environmental Catastrophe While Dragging His Baby Daughter and Prada - Wearing, Four Seasons - Loving Wife Along for the Ride.

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.