Sentences with phrase «start screeching»

Worn Pads: Your brake pads will start screeching before they wear down low enough to make your pedal press too low.

2 days back my brakes start screeching.

Not exact matches

As Conservatives must be starting to realize, now that their voices are growing hoarse from their first round of screeching about Mr. Trudeau's fashion choices, there are enough pictures of their own beloved Stephen Harper dressed up in lame costumes for them to think about just letting this part of the story rest.

Start wasting your time barking, howling and screeching, because nobody is going to hear your crying, nobody is coming to your rescue.

Those who screech out «Keep the Christ in Christmas» or the Fox News mongers saying there's some sort of war on Christmas forget that Christmas has gotten so large as to start eating other holidays like Thanksgiving... and Halloween even.

The tranquility of the early morning is broken by the sound of the vehicles that start racing on the road, roaring and screeching madly for no apparent reason.

But the English haven't yet started drumming their heels on the ground and screeching «Foul!»

You may not think she's paying attention while on all those drives, but just watch her play with cars and make all the sounds of starting an engine, speeding up, turn signals, screeching brakes, honking horns and more.

Maybe they make a little guitar teething ring so that Junior can start playing those screeching notes with his teeth at a young age.

In other words, if District 214 stays in the NSLP, starting this July it will have to implement the new Smart Snacks in Schools rules — rules which would bring to a screeching halt its lucrative business of selling fries, pizza and other junk food to its school children.

Miliband, as he has done at every PMQs since he started, screeched with outrage.

When you become bored with mundane exercise, you start going through the motions, and without intensity, your progress comes to a screeching halt.

While this part of the story is as true as any other, the dialogue between the characters at the outset: «You better be back for the birth, [Full Character Name];» «You try and stop me,» practically screeches to the audience, «Start worrying about this guy NOW.»

Love «em or hate «em, the «Furious» flicks make money — and «Fast Five» marks the spot where summer blockbuster season screeches away from the starting line.

Intermittently, after cold starts on cold mornings, I hear a «soft metal screeching» oscillating roughly twice a second.

Earlier this year, I noticed my brakes starting to screech (especially in the morning or when it was cold out).

All of a sudden I turn the car to start makes a screeching noise but I turn it off it stays on.

After a week of driving, the power steering started to screech whenever I turned the wheels while the engine was cold (with warm engine the eerie screeching sound...

During the winter, I noticed that sometimes on a (very) cold start, turning the key would result in quite a grinding screech.

After a week of driving, the power steering started to screech whenever I turned the wheels while the engine was cold (with warm engine the eerie screeching sound was gone).

Dropping the clutch with the gas pedal down makes for a satisfying start, the front tires screeching but retaining enough grip to pull the Sentra forward.

It has a very loud screech when started.

I found very little difference driving in Eco or Standard mode, as I found in either I could set the front tires to an unholy screeching at a half - throttle start.

But when they knew the numbers of adult dogs that this business was licensed to keep, the quiet niggle became a screeching foghorn and they knew that there was no way, despite claims, that their much wanted puppy would be starting life in a normal home environment.

Sound effects include the countdown to the race start, each vehicle's engine being driven accordingly to maximum acceleration, cars engaging their boosters particularly during the straights to increase acceleration further, screeching tyres when boosting through a corner, alongside ambience specific to certain tracks such as a splash upon driving into water on Shipwreck Island and more besides; complimented by arcade racing music.

It's all roaring engines and screeching tires once you start the match.

Squealing tires and screeching turns, competitive drivers with sweaty palms and laser focus, crowds alternately screaming profanities and gritting teeth from the starting light to the photo finish — it's not NASCAR or Formula 1.

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.