Sentences with phrase «surprisingly quiet car»

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It is not as plush and quiet as the Explorer but surprisingly comfortable and a nice drive for a small car.

Surprisingly, this mighty engine is quite quiet when you're inside the car, but outside?

Yet, despite all this sports - car talk, the TT and TTS remain surprisingly livable in quiet and relaxed driving.

On the road, the Flying Spur is quiet and relaxing when you want it to be, yet it handles surprisingly well for such a big car.

Merging on the freeway is no worry, and cruising at an indicated 80 mph in top gear is surprisingly quiet and comfortable as the engine runs in the swelling part of the torque band — so you don't feel like the car is all used up already.

Since this car is electric, you will find it is surprisingly very quiet on the outside and the inside.

If that's not good enough, give Hyundai until the end of the year, and the automaker will launch its first performance car in the U.S., the Veloster N. Even though the Veloster Turbo is designed to be a sporty car, the cabin is surprisingly quiet at highway speeds... but it doesn't have to be.

On the road, the 2008 Sport Trac is quiet, surprisingly nimble and rides smoothly for a vehicle that is, essentially, a truck, as opposed to a car - based crossover.

But I had to keep reminding myself that this car is not built for those who will chirp the front tires (something the car's 290 hp and 267 lb - ft torque are surprisingly capable of) and attempt to nail corners, and once I got into the Impala driver mindset I found the ride to be quiet and pleasant if unremarkable.

, but after two days in the car on surprisingly quiet roads in Korea, we can vouch for the fact it's made significant ground.

We have to also give credit to the meaty 20 - inch rubber this car rides on for the grip, while being surprisingly quiet.

From the instant torque and linear, surprisingly swift acceleration to the eery quiet of the (non-existent) engine, I am not exaggerating when I say that the Leaf really does feel like a superior version of a car (as long as you ignore the fact you can't drive wherever you want to just yet).

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.