Sentences with phrase «slightly slower cars»

The only other traffic consists of slightly slower cars that move immediately to the right when I flash my headlights.

Daniel Ricciardo wonders whether it's worth it, and thinks it'd be better to go back to slightly slower cars which can race each other better.

Not exact matches

A few people got past but at least 10 cars ended up becoming part of a decent (but slightly slower speed) replica of the GT3 crash from Macau.

Coming up to lap a slow - moving car, Hildebrand went slightly off line and ended up careering into the wall on the exit of the corner.

In other words, car manufacturers can redesign future models with slightly slower acceleration times and higher fuel economy for consumers.

Of course it can be made to understeer if you don't listen to the howling tyres (it comes as standard with Hankooks, which are brilliant in the wet but lack response and mid corner grip in the dry), but if you turn the car in slightly slower and then commit to the throttle you feel the sport diff sending power to the outside rear tyre.

Whilst accelerating in 2nd and 3rd, the car stutters and judders, losing revs and slowing slightly.

Manual Targa 4S cars are still slightly slower than their coupe and cabriolet counterparts, but are hardly slouches.

Of course it can be made to understeer, but if you turn the car in slightly slower and then commit to the throttle you feel the sport diff sending power to the outside rear tyre.

As Utah passed slightly slower, we saw over 20 other cars pulled over for the same reason.

What is curious, though, is that while the GT - R felt extremely flat through the corners from the driver's seat, a glance at pictures of it in action reveals that this 2010 European - spec car rolls a lot more than the earlier Japanese versions that set (very slightly) slower lap times than this model last year.

The Bugatti Veyron Super Sport currently holds the Guinness top speed record for production cars at a slightly slower 267.86 mph, but that was the average of upwind and downwind runs at Volkswagen Group's Ehra - Lessien test track, a high speed facility with a 5.4 - mile long straightaway.

The 2018 BMW 4 Series Convertible is slightly slower and more expensive than the coupe, but it's still an engaging drivers» car for more relaxed, open - air driving.

With the car's speed set at slightly over the limit to keep up with the flow of traffic, the adaptive cruise control used its radar to match the speeds of slower traffic up ahead.

As soon as the driver turns the wheel, Mazda's SkyActiv engine management system — which includes the GVC algorithms as part of what Mazda calls SkyActiv Vehicle Dynamics — retards the ignition timing ever so slightly, engine torque (power) falls slightly, the car slows ever so slightly, and a small amount of weight transfers to the outside front wheel (such as the right front wheel if the steering wheel is turned to the left, as in the illustration above).

It gives a subtle notification to let the driver know why it's slowing down, and the system can even take corners slightly more aggressively — at higher speeds and with quicker braking and accelerating actions — if the car is in Sport mode rather than Comfort.

To help combat this a little Codemasters have introduced a mechanic that slows the car down slightly when you go off the track to help ensure no advantage is gained, although again this can be annoying if you run wide on a corner and be forced to lose speed from both that and the fact that the game is deliberately slowing you down.

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.