Sentences with phrase «time in rush hour traffic»

Do you spend a lot of time in rush hour traffic?

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«Those driving can spend «just» 60 minutes in rush - hour traffic getting home, where they can spend their time walking to shops, restaurants or walking along the river trails.»

The next time you curse morning rush hour traffic, think of the three women who gave birth on the jammed Interstate 5 in Seattle during one month in 2007.

There may have been a time or two where he had to go out in rush hour traffic to get me burgers so I would stop sobbing... While the burgers were grass - fed, gluten - free and delicious, they weren't enough for the high iron demand the pregnancy caused, and neither were the supplements I was taking.

As Timmins noted the previous evening while I piloted the three of us from Ann Arbor to Detroit in rush hour traffic, I had the 1 - series M in fourth gear most of the time, the better to dive into holes in traffic at 90 mph and generally make a spectacle of ourselves on eastbound M - 14 in our little orange BMW rocket.

It's great for inter-city travel (with it being rock solid in a straight line, no matter what speed or surface) or to spend time pondering over board meetings while the chauffeur battles rush hour traffic.

Those that commute understand that it will take time to get to and from the downtown core — anywhere from 20 minutes in off - traffic hours to 45 minutes to an hour during rush hour.

However, bridging the disconnect between where you are now — without adequate coverage — to where you want to be can feel at times as frustrating as trying to cross the San Mateo Bridge during rush hour or getting caught in a traffic snarl at Five Flags.

But, because of the distance, I typically prefer lessons in the mornings or weekends to avoid rush hour traffic on I - 10, unless I have other students in your area at the time.

Studies show that energy consumption per passenger - km by road transport in Tokyo during rush hours is about 23 times that of railways, not to mention the traffic congestion and air pollution.

While our offices are right across the street from the Courts, many lawyers would need to brave rush hour traffic and the hunt for parking in order to make it to court in time and then travel back to their offices when the hearing is finished.

However, bridging the disconnect between where you are now — without adequate coverage — to where you want to be can feel at times as frustrating as trying to cross the San Mateo Bridge during rush hour or getting caught in a traffic snarl at Five Flags.

Whether its dealing with rush hour on our local highways, or snaking through local roads due to closures, construction or weather, our instructors know how to make sure your student driver is being provided the best learning time and environment, and not just sitting in traffic for half of a lesson.

«Toll Roads» newsletter reports that by raising tolls in rush hours, varying with the traffic level, road authorities may have a new tool to manage traffic — and get commuters who live in sprawling suburbs to work on time.

I happened to randomly notice that per Google maps it was exactly the same time to bike or transit, and that both were an hour longer than driving 13 miles in early rush hour traffic.

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.