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of the station wagon tearing up the
I had a Ford F-250. It was a big ol' farm truck, but it wasn't a rig. That's about the biggest I've ever driven. That's what I drove back and forth to high school. I was a poor guy, and it was a truck that my uncle owned and let me drive because I had no money.
As far as trucks, the great thing about a Range Rover is if you're going out for a dinner, even a black tie event, you can take the Range Rover.
Vehicles are one of the best modes of transportation. Relationships are one of the best vehicles of transformation.
A thoroughly ridiculous form of transport, but a thoroughly beautiful one.
When the auto arrives it's hard to believe there's a functional vehicle underneath all the mud and moss and sprays of gravel, which stick to the sides like barnacles on a ship.
Our cheeky sidekick. We're like a motorcycle and sidecar.
The SUV carves its way through dark pine forests. Morning sun passes through the pleached trees, dappling the windows of the vehicle.
I need a SUV, for me and my four sisters. So, I've narrowed it down to four, kind of expensive, cars.
I'm a 4-wheel-drive pickup type of guy. So is my wife.
The finest mode of transport known to man.
Well, I went for a ride but I didn't find my car
My doodles and sketches are not the work of an academic engineer. They represent many years of design study in attempts to produce the best value for money in the field of small car design.
I don't really know much about cars.
A car just gets me from A to B. I really don't spend that much time driving.
Mass transportation is doomed to failure in North America because a person's car is the only place where he can be alone and think.
Dear motorist on the information superhighway. I'm sorry I do not have a car.
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.
car. I headed down CA-116 - the winding road
locomotive, Special trucks
The Cadillac Escalade is the perfect vehicle for a pimp with a growing family.
The parents of teenagers would love to have a car that won't go very far or go very fast. They could just cruise around the neighborhood, drive it to school, see their friends, plug it in overnight.
I have no interest in cars. I have a plain, used Buick. I could run over 10 people, and you wouldn't be able to describe my car.
I don't want a flashy car, just something that would allow me to stop using the Tube. And it would be good not to have to rely on my mum all the time, particularly when I have to listen to her singing in her car.
I drive a BMW 1 series convertible. I love my Beamer.
Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!' said Jimmy longingly. 'How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!
I've got two bikes that get me everywhere I need to go. And public transportation.
I drive a taxi and a car and a truck and a T-55 tank and also a T-62 and armored cars and the motorcycles with and without sidecars.
First of all, I have to have trucks because I live most of my time on a horse farm, so I've gotta have trucks. It's in the northeast; I've got to have pickup trucks to move snow, number one. Number two, just if I'm driving, I don't have to have an SUV, but I want a big car.
Remote villages and communities have lost their identity, and their peace and charm have been sacrificed to that worst of abominations, the automobile.
Volvo - they're boxy but they're good.
I have one of those real old American built cars. The kind that just PUNCHES through accidents.
Twenty years ago, I was living in a lovely cottage on the edge of Dartmoor but I couldn't afford to run a car.
A car for every purse and purpose.
I don't have a motorcar, so I've got to know and be fairly fond of the buses.
What is this?'
'A Smart Car'
It looked like an SUV took a dump and out came the Smart Car
The taxi was a V-6. Good, I'd probably need all of that. I clicked off the radio and AC to funnel extra power.
I've owned mopeds in the past.
I've got a Range Rover. It's brilliant actually but it's manual.
Who's driving this car, Stevie Wonder?
For over half a century the automobile has brought death, injury, and the most inestimable sorrow and deprivation to millions of people.
I have a pickup truck. And I prefer to be with dogs or on my sailboat than in a car - actually, more than any other place on Earth.
The minivan sounded like Sasquatch singing Ninety-Nine Bottles of beer on the wall after drinking ninety-nine bottles of beer- not pretty.
The automobile is technologically more sophisticated than the bundling board, but the human motives in their uses are sometimes the same.
I have very nice cars. I never get to drive them, because I'm never home.
The difficulty is partly that I am hesitant to go seventy-two and partly that the minivan itself is hesitant to go seventy-two
Any requests on the kind of car?"
"Something with armor?" she said. "Oooh, and headrest DVD. Bonus for surround sound."
"Rocket launchers," Michael said.
"One hot yellow Hummer with optional mass destruction package, coming up.
I am like the little rock n' roll backseat driver.
"I should be home by midnight."
"Dad, I need a car."
"Uh-huh. And I need a villa in the south of France. Go figure. Lights out at eleven," he added as he
turned away.
"I've got to have wheels,
TV in the middle of my steering wheel.
Love. This is a lorry, not a Ferrari.
In Europe, you would almost never have people with large amounts of income being happy with a two-volume vehicle like a hatchback or a minivan. They want to structurally show their societal position, which is why three volumes are so popular. They show 'I'm part of that hierarchy.'
I'm driving my dad's old ute. So it's a manual ute. It's massive, so when people see me coming, they just kind of run away!
Cars like that shouldn't be left in storage. It causes mechanical issues. With brakes and tires and engines and such."
My smile returned. "You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?"
"Not a word.
The car is my father's magic carpet. Not only does it get him places, but it shows him places.
Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.
I have a bag with a toothbrush and toothpaste and all the things I might need during the day. I call the bag my trailer. Sometimes you don't have a trailer, so that's my trailer.
I'm a slave to the culture, so I see an Audi, a Denali, or an Escalade, my neighbor got the four-door Porsche. I have a really nice truck. But it's a Durango and I like frontin'! I like to ride by and show off.
It is impossible to effectively parent from the driver's seat of a minivan.
My sisters were in that van.
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.
During school, I'd advertise cars in the University of British Columbia newspaper.
There's a surcharge on van repairs."
"What kind of surcharge?"
"I'm a sir and I'm making a charge.
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 automobile is an American cultural symbol.
Home, nowadays, is a place where part of the family waits till the rest of the family brings the car back.
There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.
I have a need to make these sorts of connections literal sometimes, and a vehicle often helps to do that. I have a relationship to car culture. It isn't really about loving cars. It's sort of about needing them.
I drive an Escalade.
Beautiful machines from 1920s and '30s, when automobiles were both monstrous and sexy at the same time.
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.
I had a van that I customized so I could basically live out of that while I traveled and then I graduated to an Airstream. I've got three Airstreams now and they're all customized different ways. The good thing about those is there's not enough square footage to blow all your money.
The van started as John had promised, and it sounded good, but was about as useless as tits on a turtle if we couldn't get out of the garage.
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.
Growing up in New York City, my car culture is minimal. I rode on the train, the bus. I walked; I rode my bike, and when I was younger, I rode my skateboard.
For a while I didn't have a car ... I had a helicopter ... no place to park it, so I just tied it to a lamp post and left it running. [slow glance upward]
Stop calling me Car, alright? I'm not an automobile.
My Honda revved, shuttered, and broke free of the Chrysler.
I don't like driving much.
An Englishman's car is his castle on wheels.
I carry groceries home on the tank of my motorcycle.
My other car is a vehicle with a bumper sticker describing this car.
Always remember the last words of my grandfather, who said: 'A truck!'
I drive a hybrid. It's a Ford Escape. That's my only car.
Drive it like you stole it, homie.
French zombie chauffeur.
The van stank of cabbage and cornered like a drunken elephant. It would do.
Automobiles are unreliable and dangerous slaves. They frequently revolt and kill their masters. I hate them.
I have a GoPro in the trunk of my streetcar.
Do you need me to come pick you up? (Janine)
No. I appreciate the thought, but I have to wait on the tow truck, which seems to be the only thing moving slower than my DOA Firebird. (Taryn)
Oh my God, this can't be happening!" I cried.
"What?"
"Mopeds? Those are the wheels Pete gives us? I knew he was pissed off at me! It was all that time I spent in the hospital wasn't it? Or was it the wrecks? But I only tore up one car last time! And that wasn't my fault!
Now get in the cartoonishly evil vehicle and drive!
God. Why the fuck do we drive cars? In
I spent more time in a van then in my mom's womb.
We all know that small cars are good for us. But so is cod liver oil. And jogging. I want to drive around in a Terminator, not the heroine in an E. M. Forster novel.
My first car was a 1986 Toyota pickup.
Remember the band, Flock of Seagulls? They had their van stolen. I was like, They still have a van?
Trains, cars and every kind of vehicles do not only carry people, but they also carry people's heavy thoughts and hidden hopelessnesses.
I aint drive here I got chauffeured