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Slow motion, but the right direction.
Saw, and haul. Yeah, that's
If you drive at precisely twenty-nine miles per hour, the rumble strips play 'Jerusalem' on the car tires. Listen." Mary slowed to the correct speed and
Transportation is the center of the world! It is the glue of our daily lives. When it goes well, we don't see it. When it goes wrong, it negatively colors our day, makes us feel angry and impotent, curtails our possibilities.
What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire.
Children woke up at six-thirty in the morning and shifted directly into fourth gear. Fourteen hours later they rushed straight into sleep at more than a hundred miles an hour without decelerating.
When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
We all must travel,' the driver said, keeping his eyes on the way ahead. His hands grasped the wheel firmly. 'It is the essence of all things, to move and change and keep going forward and backward and around. Even the spirits and the dead.
The rotating armatures of every generator and motor in this age of electricity are steadily proclaiming the truth of the relativity theory to all who have ears to hear.
The Dead travel fast.
Vessels expose the invisible Zeitgeist, the visible formed by the invisible.
What is the course and drift of your compact?
locomotive, Special trucks
Movements- driven by such unexpected need, fueled by such a relentless desire, and crashing into unimaginable possibilities.
This is the time of myths, Orphan. They are the cables that run under the floors and power the world, the conduits of unseen currents, the steam that powers the great engines of the earth.
A turbo: exhaust gasses go into the turbocharger and spin it, witchcraft happens and you go faster.
There were moments in life, Marion thought, when you reached back, baton in hand, feeling the runner behind you. Felt the clasp of their fingers resonating through the wood, the release of your hand, which then flew forward, empty, into the space ahead of you.
Sawdust in the gear-boxes, the electric-drill on the speedometer cables,
There are some people who cannot get onto a train without imagining that they are about to voyage into the significant unknown; as though the notion of movement were inseparably connected with the notion of discovery, as though each displacement of the body were a displacement of the soul.
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The gear teeth of his mind, the cogs of the brain's machinery that propelled his thoughts, were grinding to a halt, too long forced to fight against the friction of agony without the aid of hope, the lubricant for the soul.
Hagen Koch: 'There was no other transport. People on bikes could evade checkpoints, they could have secret meetings
Skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels ...
Sleet was falling through a motionless blanket of smog. It was early morning. I was riding in the Lincoln sedan of Dr. Asa Breed. I was vaguely ill, still a little drunk from the night before. Dr. Breed was driving. Tracks of a long-abandoned trolley system kept catching the wheels of his car.
We produce motor drive electronics; we produce cargo systems for large narrow-body and wide-body airplanes and, more importantly, the emergency escape chute that goes on these planes.
Machines are the concealed wishes of actants which have tamed forces so effectively that they no longer look like forces
Without goals we are nothing more than drifters, drifting where?
We disparage reason.
But all the time it's what we're most concerned with.
There's will as motor and there's will as brakes.
Reason is, I suppose, the steering gear.
Long gone are the days when automobiles expanded possibility and choice for the majority of Americans. Now, thanks to its ever-increasing demands for space, speed, and time, the car has reshaped our landscape and lifestyles around its own needs. It is an instrument of freedom that has enslaved us.
A real hansom-cab took him from the station to Trinity College: the vehicle, it seemed, had been waiting there especially for him, desperately holding out against extinction till that moment, and then gladly dying out to join side whiskers and the Large Copper.
What a feat of transmission: the emotive powers of the book, with no local habitation, pass safely from writer to reader, unmangled by printing and binding and shipping, renewed and available whenever we open it.
The sea and wind can at the same time convey my neighbour's vessel and my own.
I have learned that the swiftest traveler is he that goes afoot.
Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny sparks of a moment's glance.
A combustion engine of ambition and disappointment.
These are the days of lasers in the jungle, staccato signals of constant information ...
It is the Prana that is manifesting as motion.
An extra pressure, a silent rebuke, an unseen praising, a firm correction: all these passed between us as through telegraph wires.
In racing, they say that your car goes where your eyes go. The driver who cannot tear his eyes away from the wall as he spins out of control will meet that wall; the driver who looks down the track as he feels his tires break free will regain control of his vehicle.
The network of trenches and artillery below shows itself very clearly for a moment, and Werner feels he is gazing down into the circuitry of an enormous radio, each soldier down there an electron flowing single file down his own electrical path, with no more say in the matter than an electron has.
A brand-new thought: Transatlantic airmail. She tests the phrase, scratching it out on the paper, over and over, transatlantic, trans atlas, trans antic. The distance finally broken.
Fate and victory shift ... now this way, now that way
like a line of unarmored men under a hail of enemy arrows.
I know what it's like to go very fast on motorcycles. Those moments, they stay with you.
My brain as the engine, with thoughts trailing to the caboose, on a one-track mind we keep going forward.
The reverse gear of time is the mind!
The automobile is technologically more sophisticated than the bundling board, but the human motives in their uses are sometimes the same.
I'm not so interested in how they move as in what moves them.
Every moment is travel - if understood.
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Everything I do is somehow connected to velocity.
The wheels of progress; sooner or later they took you back to where you started from.
Bill Evans described his tunes as vehicles; they are vehicles for self-expression, or expression of the self.
Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?
travel [is] flight and pursuit in equal parts.
Momentum carried the truck's rear wheels up and off the ground. From the perspective of Howard's low-slung sports car, the heaving back end of the truck was the mouth of a monster gaping wide to swallow him.
Without Warning
Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you.
away from the car.
To Travel without moving an inch.
Vehicles are one of the best modes of transportation. Relationships are one of the best vehicles of transformation.
The traffic was moving about the speed of a government
Never has your Buick / found this forward a gear.
Frau Elena paces the parlor, her slippers whispering left, whispering right. Coal cars grind past in the wet dark. Machinery hums in the distance: pistons throbbing, belts turning. Smoothly. Madly.
Long afterwards I realized why some men, racing drivers and their like, become addicted to speed. There are those of us who never see death ahead, but eternally behind: in any moment that stops and thinks.
When you shift the gear and that little needle on the tach goes into the red and reads 9,000 rpm, that's bad.
Trains, cars and every kind of vehicles do not only carry people, but they also carry people's heavy thoughts and hidden hopelessnesses.
With a volley of blasts it emerged from the shed, moving in a fierce and stately way. Mr. Shiftlet was in the driver's seat, sitting very erect. He had an expression of serious modesty on his face as if he had just raised the dead.
Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape.
And gears," said Anathema. "My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't have gears."
Crowley leaned over to the angel. "Oh lord, heal this bike," he whispered sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, I just got carried away," hissed Aziraphale.
I don't have 'gears.' I play one way. That's all I've ever known. I WILL.
For the dead travel fast.
Like cars in amusement parks, our direction is often determined through collisions.
The drives were nature's first provision: thinking was added later, to get us around the world's obstacles to them.
The Stemwinders made the most bizarre ratcheting sound, like the stripping of gears combined with the metallic whine of an overstressed steel cable.
approaching Kyle. The Tangs
Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars
The production of motion in the steam engine always occurs in circumstances which it is necessary to recognize, namely when the equilibrium of caloric is restored, or (to express this differently) when caloric passes from the body at one temperature to another body at a lower temperature.
I skim through time and space at the speed of thought. The unknown is my prey, I bring it to earth in a single exquisite bound.
The response is the faint, silent flickering of lights on the ends of the cylinders as, one by one, they propel themselves away, onward and down into the swirling gases below. For
Motion or change, and identity or rest, are the first and second secrets of nature: Motion and Rest. The whole code of her laws may be written on the thumbnail, or the signet of a ring.
We have affairs in different places; and hence railways were invented. Railways separated us infallibly from our friends; and so telegraphs were made that we might communicate speedier at great distances.
Halfway up the drive there was
God these tedious details.
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A calculating engine is one of the most intricate forms of mechanism, a telegraph key one of the simplest. But compare their value.
Navigation is power of a limited sort - it enables us to manage the immensity of the media torrent.
If an alien visitor were to hover a few hundred yards above the planet, it could be forgiven for thinking that cars were the dominant life form, and that human beings were a kind of ambulatory fuel cell: injected when the car wished to move off, and ejected when they were spent.
We often are creatures of momentum.
Technic is the result of a need new needs demand new technics total control denial of the accident States of order organic intensity energy and motion made visible memories arrested in space, human needs and motives acceptance
That which you manifest is before you.
The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go.
A body in motion can maintain this motion only if it remains in contact with a mover.
I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.
Revelation comes most often when we are on the move.
They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lungs, and pass out through the other side, the air a library and the record of every life lived, every sentence spoken, every word transmitted still reverberating within it.
We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
I had read and admired Ballard and Burroughs, and I thought of them as very powerful effect pedals. You get to a certain place in the story and you just step on the Ballard.
The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on the S-Bahn that she felt least abandoned, as if the act of travelling turned back the clock, and brought her nearer to the future she had lost.
Drive fast, mundane,' he said. 'Drive like hell was following you.'
Simon drove.
We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.
Time slid from under me in drifts like ice skids on the highway, punctuated by sudden sharp flashes where my wheels caught and I was flung into ordinary time:
When something or someone moves you, truly moves you, a part of you wakes affected and afflicted by senses you had never previously experiences. A part of you that you never understood, or perhaps never even knew, suddenly sparks into existence.
Apertures, passages from one world to another. Man's escape hatches.