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it was sucking fall to the ground, and it
Driver had the keys bunched in his hand, one braced and protruding between second and third fingers. Stepping directly forward, he punched his fist at alpha dog's windpipe, feeling the key tear through layers of flesh, looking down as he lay gasping for air.
Mooner was walking around laying his hands on the cars, divining karma. "this is it", he said, standing by a small khaki-colored jeep."this car has protective qualities"
You mean like a guardian angel?"
I mean, like, it has seatbelts
Fatigue seems to be a factor in this accident.
air and the rain. Approaching the side of the car, I bend over and knock on the window on the driver's side. He has a pair of binoculars in his hand. As he presses the button to open the window, he tries to hide it out of sight but he's not quick enough. 'Sorry,' I say. 'Do you need any help?
So much leather inside my car my horn moos.
The air conditioning in Lamborghinis used to be an asthmatic sitting in the dashboard blowing at you through a straw.
Sergei took off his seatbelt and climbed between the seats into the back. "What are you doing?" "Putting myself where I can shoot them. Obviously." "You might want a seatbelt." "Can't shoot with one." "And if I wreck?" "Don't wreck." "Sergei,
I clutched the armrest when she gunned the engine on the freeway and cut off a minivan. That big red shiny thing inches from you was another vehicle.
Balchen happened to be at the wheel." This was breathtakingly disingenuous. In fact, Balchen had been flying for hours and very probably saved all their lives with his skillful landing. The
How about having a properly equipped crash cart?
No answer, just a squeal of brakes, a shrill "Fuck," and static.
And a utility belt! I'm like an asthmatic Batman!
I always keep a ball in the car. You never know.
Thank God I'm not too cool for a seatbelt.
Balloon: Thing to take meteroric observations and commit suicide with.
Safety is something that happens between your ears, not something you hold in your hands.
Oh, what a better way to express your love than a plasticbag full of air.
It appears that there are enormous differences of opinion as to the probability of a failure with loss of vehicle and of human life. The estimates range from roughly 1 in 100 to 1 in 100,000. The higher figures come from the working engineers, and the very low figures from management.
The interior would have resembled the backseat of a really big car if the seat belts hadn't had five-point fasteners that looked like they belonged in an X-wing fighter.
Is it a lucky break if you get run over by an ambulance?
Airline hostesses show you how to use a seatbelt in case you haven't been in a car since 1965.
A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system.
fatal vehicular misadventure.
truck. He backed
The metal frame groans, and something under the hood lets out a mechanical hiss. Smoke billows up from the front, the universal symbol for you're screwed.
What is this?'
'A Smart Car'
It looked like an SUV took a dump and out came the Smart Car
One of the disadvantages of traveling alone is that when you fall there is none to assist you.
For over half a century the automobile has brought death, injury, and the most inestimable sorrow and deprivation to millions of people.
I got another chestful of air in, tore loose with it. 'Somebody help me! You people standing around looking, isn't there one of you will help me? I brought my wife here last night; now she's gone and they're trying to tell me I never -'
("All At Once, No Alice")
What did you do to this?' he asked in a horrorstruck voice.
'It didn't want to come out of the dashboard.'
'So you felt the need to torture it?'
'You know how I am with tools. No pain was inflicted intentionally.'
He shook his head, his face a mask of faux tragedy. 'You killed it.
TV in the middle of my steering wheel.
When you are Atlas you must carry a heavy load and if you drop it a lot of people suffer ...
I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.
two A-4 Skyhawks from VFC-13's aggressor squadron to taxi by. He swallowed
CHAPTER VII Geometrical Details. - Calculation of the Capacity of the Balloon. - The Double Receptacle. - The Covering. - The Car. - The Mysterious Apparatus. - The Provisions and Stores. - The Final Summing up.
Fine. Everybody wears seatbelts. No radio. No distractions." Ben shot Hi a stern look. "No running commentary." "Your loss," Hi said. "To the pimp ride!
It's, like, a safety bomb."
-Iggy
Ford Motor Company's sluggish and piecemeal approach to its automotive responsibilities betrays motorists' safety.
Man? What man? I thought it was a punching bag!
Ninety-nine percent of pilots that go up never have engine failure, and the 1 percent that do usually land it. But if you're up in the air and something goes wrong, you pull that parachute, and the whole plane goes down slowly.
An empty plastic bag danced in the wind across the parking lot and I watched it thinking I knew exactly how it felt. It was on a path it couldn't control. So was I.
What police officer would dare ticket Death's minivan?
Oh, I never use a seat belt. I don't believe in gravity.
Bookbag, Pocketshoe.
Then a beat-up car lurched into sight towing an even more beat-up car. As the cars came near, I saw that they were connected back to front by a loop made of two seat belts buckled to each other. That was the only time I ever saw a Russian use a seat belt for any purpose at all.
Hi, I'm at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.
I will never fail to inflate my lungs for you when you're a hundred miles deep, heading headfirst towards a telephone pole - screaming - because you have pulled out all your own brakes.
I can unzip the air and disappear inside it.
I felt my cell phone buzz, and I looked at the screen. Ranger.
"Your GPS just went blank," Ranger said when I answered.
"The car exploded." There was a beat of silence.
"Rafael won the pool," Ranger said. "Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"I'll send someone.
the car's problems when
The airlock's on its side, and I can hear a steady hiss. So either it's leaking or there are snakes in here. Either way, I'm in trouble.
Nobody was hurt, thank God, because both drivers were wearing seat belts. Thank God, thank God.
What the holy hand grenade was that?
In the event of a plane crash, locate the nearest woman with implants and use her as a flotation device. ***
What we have here is an unexpected touchdown on the runway of the heart.
And where will that "safety" be? Not a damn clue. Anyway, one problem at a time. Right now I'm fixing the EVA suit. AUDIO
Okay, first rule of this carpool. No breaking wind in my car. The only gas that Bernie Mac want to be smelling is unleaded.
Nike actually has a pair of shoes called Air-Turbulence. Try getting past airline security wearing those. Might as well call them Air-Osama.
Abigail read in Reader's Digest that all plane landings were controlled crashes. Like the way we live our lives, she thought. Bumble through doing the best we can and hoping that some benevolence keeps us from crashing.
I have a computer screen near my seat where I monitor the overall health of the vehicle and pick up any problems that might be occurring early on or once we see any kind of a malfunction or anything unusual that's happening, we can look at the data and figure out what that is.
Balloons, all blown up. How, where and why he got
When they searched my car, they said that they found a gasoline canister and I think duct tape. Who wouldn't have a gasoline canister on them when driving 3,000 miles across country?
Everything in the air that is beneath me, especially if it is a one seater ... is lost, for it cannot shoot to the rear.
When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works.
I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.
I don't have lungs anymore! Just two spare bags that flew in under a bridge one day.
Air. Air is really, really awesome.
The automobile is technologically more sophisticated than the bundling board, but the human motives in their uses are sometimes the same.
A car alarm is a way for a car to tell everyone that its owner is an asshole.
Collision avoidance systems are the next big radio frequency (RF) toxin to hit the USA general population as they become standard safety equipment in most new cars.
Beneath the lower point of the balloon swung a car, containing five passengers, scarcely visible in the midst of the thick vapor mingled with spray which hung over the surface of the ocean.
So I got off the plane and I forget to take off my seat-belt and I'm dragging the plane through the terminal ... The wings are knocking people over ...
Safety's just danger, out of place.
What good is safety if you're dead inside?
If you're in a car crash, you're mostly involved in trying to not go off the bridge, and later on you say, 'Oh my God!'
Behind them, there was a massive bang, and they all turned as a young man welled and dropped something to the ground, which smoked and hissed.
"My Sensor exploded", he growled.
"I think we can assume some very serious demonic activity," Edgar said.
Ian Kabra rolled up his window. "My god, what's that smell?"
Behind the wheel, Sinead laughed. "It's called fresh air. Growing up in London, you've probably never breathed it before."
"And I hope I never breathe it again.
Suddenly, she emitted a loud, long fart, like air escaping a beach ball, exhaust pipe of a Model T, tire-inflating hose at the service station, and this without any forewarning borborygmus.
There's a joke in the aviation industry that the ideal aircrew in today's modern aircraft would be comprised of a man and a dog. The dog is there to bite the man if he so much as tries to touch the controls, and the pilot's one remaining job is to feed the dog!
What air is there left to breathe
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.
How strange it began to seem that cars have bodies that never are supposed to touch, a disaster if they do.
I hear another loud crash as I get into position, and
But this bus was a bit too full. The driver only appeared to control the glass and metal around him. In reality, he was at the nose of a travelling paroxysm.
engine, picked up the pages, ripped off the rubber band, and
I think in my car somebody is playing with the pressure and the temperatures,
What in the hell are you digging for?" "The seat belt." "Oh." She shrugged guiltily. "I cut them out. Everybody's doing it.
I don't use the accident - 'cause I deny the accident
What is this?" "A Smart Car." It looks like an SUV took a dump and out came the Smart Car. I wouldn't be surprised if Westford had said it was one of those toy cars that kids drive around.
Forget the air, I'll breathe you instead.
The speaker over my head crackled,
"There has been a Bell-Atlantic pager misplaced. If anyone has found it, please make this known to a flight attendant."
It's under my left foot and you're never seeing it again.
What treatment in an emergency is administered by ear?
Situation is. The flight engineer points to the empty fuel gauge, and makes a throat-cutting gesture with his finger.* But he says nothing. Nor does anyone else for the next five minutes. There's radio chatter and routine business, and then the flight engineer cries
It's very difficult to play when your lung comes out of your air
If you pull a rope and some duct tape out of those saddlebags, I'm going to freak.
Jeana E. Mann. Intoxicated (Kindle Locations 746-747).
Eugene turned the key. A sound like a two-story house being shat out the asshole of a zebra ripped through the dashboard.
A layer of fine powder coats his skin.
"My lungs are turning to concrete," Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting.
"So are my eyes. How do I always get roped into these things?" Avery coughs and pats Rob's back in sympathy. A poof of dust billows from the contact.
On the way, I shared the backseat of Feyerabend's little sports car with the inflatable raft he kept there in case an 8-point earthquake came while he was on the Bay Bridge.
Sound systems are what turn cars into escape vehicles, even if you've got nowhere to go.