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This Reese's Chevrolet was downright awesome.
Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.
Never has your Buick / found this forward a gear.
We always had Packards, until the war, when they stopped making them; then we had a Cadillac.
Oh, it's you that owns that ghastly car, is it?
An unmarked cop car carrying Mitch Lawson and Brock Lucas, both detectives with the DPD.
There ain't no Coupe Deville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jacks box.
It was Grim's car but Satan was driving.
This car of mine, I am tickled to death with it. The machine is nearly everything, its power, stability and balance. The driver, allowing for his experience and courage, is much less.
If Lady Gaga is like an orange Bugatti Veyron, then I am like a black 1970 Chevelle.
I drive a BMW 1 series convertible. I love my Beamer.
You ingest the automobile in the very air of Detroit. Or at least you did in the 1940s and 1950s.
She makes my old pick-up truck feel like a limousine.
Detroit: Cars and rock 'n' roll. Not a bad combo.
In the movies, every crazy old fart needs a cool old car. Jack Nicholson drove a spiffy yellow 1970 Dodge Challenger two-door in 'The Bucket List.' In 'Gran Torino,' the cranky pensioner played by Clint Eastwood not only owned a 1972 GT Sport, he also used to build cars like that at the Ford plant.
Death was driving an emerald-green Lexus.
of the station wagon tearing up the
That's right. A chauffeured car, for a twenty-year-old college student. If I hadn't felt so pensive I might've looked for the Grey Poupon Dijon mustard.
Porsches are a great drive.
And my Saab is so great I'm gonna marry it.
Stop calling me Car, alright? I'm not an automobile.
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.
By the end of the 1950s, American cars were so reliable that their reliability went without saying even in car ads. Thousands of them bear testimony to this today, still running on the roads of Cuba though fueled with nationalized Venezuelan gasoline and maintained with spit and haywire.
How can this be your car? (Nick)
Well, I wrote a really big check that didn't bounce to the dealer and then the most amazing thing happened ... the salesman gave me the keys and let me take it home. It was like magic. (Acheron)
I've got a 1990 Porsche 911. It's just a Carrera, a very simple, straightforward little thing that goes like stink. I love it.
Porsche is a driver's car - a performance car. That was funny - here's this awesome car, but it's got no cup holders.
One thing the coupe never got? ROOF
Driving a car is like driving your own coffin
I have a car that I like - an Aston Martin - for Sunday drives in the country.
When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.
I'm a classic emerald green Sixties Jaguar that nobody can own, but my husband is allowed to drive.
I drive an S80 Volvo; it's one of those real flashy cars. No, I just like it because I like a nice, cush ride; the Volvo is really cush, and it's powerful and fast.
The car is the cigarette of the future
Mr. Bentley - He builds fast trucks.
Come into my Tahoe, Simon,
I love driving the cool cars, but there is nothing like driving a pickup truck.
Volvo is like a mysterious, beautiful woman. We just look at her from far away, amazed. We don't dare get close to her. We're just a bunch of farm boys.
You ride in a limousine the first time, it's a big thrill but after that it's just a stupid car.
Ambition is a dream with a V8 engine. Ain't nowhere else in the world where you can go from driving a truck to cadillac overnight
plaintively. Ford
It's so nice to be around a man who isn't hung up about his car," she said.
"Mom, I can't believe you're saying that. You treat that Coupe Deville like it's a member of the family."
"But I'm a woman, darling. I'm supposed to feel that way about my Deville.
You like the car. I like the car. I've fucked you in it ... Perhaps I should fuck you on it.
A valet pulled up in a sleek-lined sports car painted that particular shade of red peculiar to expensive vehicles and hookers' lipstick.
I don't mean to in any way impugn the makers of Bentley, but that car is nuts. When I do drive, I drive a Toyota Prius. So driving around the streets of Albuquerque in a Bentley made me feel so fake-a-rooney.
I've driven just about every kind of car there is.
Pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!
Chuck Taylors that had some serious miles on them
My favorite car is a '69 Barracuda.
1969 Pontiac Trans Am. It was painted flat black with green metal flake flames up the hood, over the roof, and down the trunk, factory Pontiac rally wheels cut and made 8" deep in the front and 10 ½ inches on the back.
To say the loaner was not pretty was an understatement. It was a 1907's olive-green Buick Century with a white top. Lindsay felt like she was driving her living-room couch, but despite the looks, the engine purred and it glided over potholes in the road like butter
on toast.
When guys in black Cadillacs drive you to some random building and lock you in what amounts to a cell, you know that shit just got real.
My first car was a 1986 Toyota pickup.
As if the cops expected the big gray sedan to start up by itself, like that old Plymouth in the horror movie,
I've got a Range Rover and a little Mercedes. I normally drive my Range Rover because I feel like a monster in it. Nobody messes with me.
The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.
If I'm in Malibu driving up and down Pacific Coast Highway, my '68 Dodge Charger usually is what I like to drive.
For over half a century the automobile has brought death, injury, and the most inestimable sorrow and deprivation to millions of people.
You're a lunatic. You ran me over with a goddamn Buick.
I used to have this Mercedes, a dark blue 450SLC, which was the most beautiful car. I'd like to have another unusual, beautiful car.
I don't know anything about cars. I can promise you that.
A Fiat Panda, it's the best car in the world.
My God, you big dark handsome brute! I ought to throw a Buick at you.
truck. He backed
Hide your quirks and you're a Volvo.
My Corolla, sorry to report, was mortally wounded in the attack. There were no funeral plans at this time.
Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?"
"Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM - wait, that sounds dirty ... .
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
I have a Lamborghini Diablo. I have Mercedes 600, a 500, a 300, a 190. I have a Ferrari Testarossa, a Porsche speedster.
Never give the devil a ride! He will always want to drive!
I'm a car nut. My father was a parts manager at a Chevrolet dealership.
It seemed longer and redder than any car could be. It had a long gleaming bonnet of polished metal.
I have one of those real old American built cars. The kind that just PUNCHES through accidents.
Mustang, but I shouted it anyway, one last desperate and furtive
I have a Volvo S60R and it's a pretty fast car, the R says it all.
Buying a car used to be an experience so soul-scorching, so confidence-splattering, so existentially rattling that an entire car company was based on the promise that you wouldn't have to come in contact with it.
She reminded me of a scatterbrained old Cadillac that had been driven into the ground but somehow kept on starting, without fuss.
In the past, (GM) produced a lot of very excellent vehicles but somehow they didn't excite anybody,
What police officer would dare ticket Death's minivan?
My high salary for one season was forty-six thousand dollars and a Cadillac.
I've never been big on cars. When I first got to Hollywood, I bought a used car from Avis. I drove that until I almost had to pay someone to tow it away.
The Suzuki Wagon R should be avoided like unprotected sex with an Ethiopian transvestite
Cars are like rolling diaries, metal and plastic and paint tableaux of the last ten years of their drivers' lives ... every dent, every drooping slice of chrome, has a story behind it.
Now, personally, I like a car with some sort of character.
I've been looking at used car bargains. I'll frankly confess I'm scared to death of Fords. I've seen and heard of so many turning turtle.
I don't want to rap about my car. How generic is that? Be creative.
Josh Duhamel is somebody you can't take your eyes off of, and same with T.R. Knight. It's a car that you want to run up to 100 mph, right away.
The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl.
I'm as American as Chevrolet.
Growing up in the Sacramento Valley in the '70s, we were all pretty big into cars. Of course, I had to nerd out and be a fan of Bob Tullius' Group 44 Jaguars instead of Corvettes/Camaros.
I'm starting to think about things that I want to do, things that are fun. One of them is driving a car like a Porsche. I've driven a lot of cars - sedans, trucks and big family vehicles all year long. But there's nothing like a four-wheel-drive Porsche.
Are you calling about the ad?"
"Ad?"
"For the gently used Bentley for sale. It has zero miles!"
Well, that explained the backward driving.
Macrieve & Nix
Hip-hop is a vehicle.
Modern cars I don't like so much.
I am like the little rock n' roll backseat driver.
I've always been a bit of a car freak.
'After what happened to the Toyota, Seven says you aren't allowed to drive a vehicle again worth more than fifteen grand.'
'What!' the Clock Twins said, sounding shocked.
'Billy! How are we supposed to pick up chicks in a crapmobile?' Tock groaned.
Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
The SUV carves its way through dark pine forests. Morning sun passes through the pleached trees, dappling the windows of the vehicle.
I have my 1973 Citroen DS 23 Pallas. I drive it all the time. It's still the most beautiful shape in the world.
Did you ever hear about the rock and roll singer who got 3 or 4 Cadillacs, saying power to the people, dance to the music, wants you to pat him on the back.