Car Sentence Examples
Her car was in full view.
Could we make a car that can go 300 mph?
The car warmed quickly and she fell asleep again.
I saw little Willie Swan in the car and he gave me a juicy pear.
Now, in most places you can smoke in your car, in your home, and in remote places away from civilized people.
The car was six years old now, but it was in good shape and still had low mileage.
The car rocked slightly with a gust of wind.
She should be looking for a replacement vehicle, but having another car in the garage would only be a reminder that there was no one left to drive it.
The car slid off the cliff before I got back.
The car remained solidly in place.
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Her stomach lurched again as she thought about the way the car had stopped.
The car abruptly halted its progress, slinging Lisa against the steering wheel with bone jarring force.
And then the car slowly tilted toward the gaping canyon below.
Focusing her attention on the car, she was acutely aware of the fact that he was still watching her.
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My car has a CD player.
The clever cost savings idea of sleeping in the car didn't sound so safe right now.
Possibly in answer to her prayers, the front of the car climbed into the air.
After studying the car thoughtfully for a few minutes, he confidently assumed authority.
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The car would be replaced by the insurance that was meant to replace her parents' car.
A poor person with a six-year-old car today has more wealth than a poor person with a six-year-old car did back in 1911, for the simple reason that cars are so much better now.
Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
The problem for us was always that it is easier to get a car running than it is to fix the brakes.
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And her house keys were in the car.
But my car is not a CD player, GPS navigation system, or air conditioner.
Not if you judge by the car and their clothes.
The car spun around at the bottom of the hill, spraying gravel in a wild circle.
It's just a car.
She didn't have a car.
I found a car for you.
So when are you getting your car?
She hopped out of the car with a quick thanks ran into Bird Song ahead of him.
I'll send a car to get you!
Howie bounded out of the car and crossed to the newer side of the street where he had a better view of the few older buildings that remained.
The license plate was from Missouri and Howie managed to recite the numbers to us together with a detailed description of the car, an older Buick.
My car is parked there.
I just wanted to see a bit of your city before I drive to your car.
Quinn quipped it would be worth the price of the car if she kept motoring north to Canada and out of our lives.
Howie, if Quinn could get you back to the road, is there any way you could stay with this guy to his car, or whatever he's driving?
While the fools looked for my car nearby, I, in spite of excruciating pain, managed to escape their feeble efforts to find me.
I knew when we started this business it was like I was in the backseat of Thelma and Louise's car hurtling toward a cliff edge.
He left me his car when he flew out to him mom's place.
Julie met me at the door before I turned off my car.
She'll drive Howie's car back to Boston and leave the car at the airport and fly out this evening.
Mr. Thomas Morley was admitted with a gunshot wound to his leg, sustained, according to him, when he was mugged in an alley while taking a short cut to his car.
I wouldn't go anywhere with someone, or get in a car or stuff like that.
My parked car was notice to a visitor that someone was here.
My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.
Just as I was reaching for Howie's suit, I saw a car pull into the driveway, without headlights.
Then I saw a figure get out of the car and creep around toward the back of the house.
This guy drives up, no lights, sees a car in the driveway so he must realize someone is home.
I followed a woman who grabbed him at an amusement park and stuck with her to her car where a guy was in the driver's seat.
Betsy had driven our only car so I wasn't able to drive over there myself.
Either way why don't you take a drive down here to headquarters in the next hour or maybe I should send a car up there for you.
I tromped back through the woods to my car and caught my breath.
My high speed was spotted by a patrol car coming in the opposite direction.
I didn't know what to think when that police car rolled up with its lights blazing.
If I hadn't taken time to apply my sleeping solution to the rag, I'd have been in the process of taking them just as that police car with its flashing lights came rolling up!
I parked our car here, at the East Boston airport, as we were scheduled to return together by air.
I had opted to skip the short flight to Santa Barbara as Betsy, the seasoned traveler, had no difficulty renting a car and maneuvering the traffic to pick me up at LAX.
We don't have a car.
I thanked him profusely on the way to his car.
Bring my car around.
It was my first, and hopefully only, trip in the caged back of a siren-screaming squad car.
Jumping out of the car, I hurried over to him as came across the sidewalk.
Patrolman Murphy drove me back to the Pacific Crest Inn, this time in an unmarked car.
A patrol car returned him to duty.
He returned to motel in mid-evening, in a car lent to him by the accommodating authorities.
They proved unnecessary as a patrol car caught up with me and escorted me the last mile.
As we screeched to a stop, Agent Osborn, tall and picturesque, approached our car.
She felt death within him, as she had with her cat Snickers after a car ran him over.
She heard the blaring trance music before she opened the car door and smelled the unmistakable scent of marijuana mixed with incense and body odor.
She gave his teenage temper the benefit of the doubt and patted him on the shoulder as she left the car.
He shoved open a door to the dark night and carried her to an awaiting car.
She planted her legs against the frame of the car.
Dusty looked around them, gaze settling on the only car on the streets that didn't belong to him and wasn't on blocks.
She was in a car with one of Talon's men, her crumpled body at an awkward angle jammed in the small area between the backseat and the driver's seat.
Toni saluted him with a smile and jogged to his car.
You don't have a spot of dust anywhere in your house or car and your name's Dusty.
She had Dusty's car.
This time, Dusty was going to kill her for losing his car.
Her breath caught as she saw Talon leaning against a black car.
The car jarred her as they launched away from the gate.
Awkwardly jammed in the back seat, she sneaked a look at the occupants in the front of the car and withdrew her phone.
The car, the traffic, the wind, all went motionless.
She looked into the car beside them at the smiling family frozen in place.
He held up a hand, fascinated to see through it to the car parked in front of him.
It'd gotten worse after she touched him in the car.
Instead of speaking, she kissed him on the cheek and hurried out the door, where her car had already been pulled in front of the manor.
She darted through the cold rain into the warm car and tossed her things in back.
Yully fled the pub for her car and opened the door with cold, fumbling hands.
She started the car and blasted the heat.
It still rained, but it wasn't cold that made her hands tremble as she left the car.
They circled each other, and Jule waited to hear the sound of a car staring in the garage.
Jule looked again towards the garage, growing concerned he hadn't heard a car or garage door motor yet.
Jule prepared himself, pleased to hear the sound of a car starting in the garage.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the brake lights of the woman's car as she drove down the driveway.
Her heart pounding, she turned the car around and drove back towards the dueling men.
She floored the car's accelerator, closed her eyes, and prayed she hit him.
There was a thump as the car smacked a body, and her eyes flew open.
He flailed for a moment then went still, pinned between the car and the garage.
She strained under the weight of his body, and they staggered to her car.
She all but fell with him into the car.
Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword drop to his knees and slowly stand.
The small car fishtailed around a curve, but she kept up the pace until she no longer saw the man in her rearview mirror.
Sweetheart, I'm sitting in your car bleeding to death.
His eyes were glazed and the car seat bloody.
She eased into the carport but left the car running.
Yully returned to the car.
He was huddled forward and didn't look at her when she opened the car door.
She caught him, and they careened into the side of the car before he caught his balance.
Feeling as if she'd said too much, she turned and fled the cottage for her car and locked the doors.
After a quick stop at a clothier to pick up a long wool skirt and sweater, she changed in her car and drove home.
The car still smelled of blood, and her thoughts went to Jule again as she exited the car.
And I bet you never shot Dusty or ran him over with a car.
I brought your car.
She fled around him and into the car, locking the doors and speeding away from the cottage.
Yully climbed into the car.
Yully stepped from the warm car into the cold night and followed her father into the inn.
He led her into the cold night and back to the car.
They didn't drive long, and the car pulled off to the side of the road.
Resolved, she trailed her father down the hill, through the people who couldn't see them, and to the awaiting car.
He'd left the front door open, and she saw the car was running, waiting.
She rose and trailed him from the house to the car, unable to guess what could agitate him if killing people didn't.
Cody, sprawled in the middle of the street after being hit by a car, blood trickling from his skull into a nearby storm drain.
A chauffeur opened the door to a town car waiting at the curb nearest her apartment building.
He shoved her into the car, and she crawled as far from him as she could.
The car started up, and they merged into traffic.
The town car moved at a quick pace, bringing them to a mansion atop one of the private, gated drives tucked away from sight along Skyline Drive.
She entered and saw car keys on the table near the door.
A town car with darkened windows awaited them.
She hesitated then exited the car and shivered in the late night breeze.
The town car left as she stepped inside the gate.
A car awaited them when they exited.
Sofia pulled over to the side of the road to await the text and load the address into the car's GPS.
They circled the hacienda to Sofia's car and dove into it just as the front door wrenched open.
She stopped the car before reaching them.
Opening her eyes, she hesitated and moved away from the car in the direction of the source of the memories.
Ving pulled up and barely made it out of the car before Rainy grabbed him and slammed him over the hood.
He hung up, and she stared at the cell then looked to her car.
She bolted to her car, far enough ahead of any of the men that they couldn't stop her.
One vamp in particular seemed to be awaiting her and strode to the car when she rolled to a stop.
The other vamps didn't so much as acknowledge her as she stepped from the car.
When Dean saw the flashing lights behind him he was startled until he recognized the white Chevy Blazer, the sheriff's car, and his reaction turned from concern to a smile.
Dean promised himself to keep driving past the building if the deputy Larkin's car was in evidence, but only the sheriff's vehicle was present.
Westlake plugged forward, his nose nearly at the windshield, which was spider-webbed with nicks and cracks, as the old car crawled higher.
At one point Brandon Westlake stopped the car with a lurch.
Their small car didn't have room to haul the container across the prairie.
At the very least, keep them away from the car keys—and teach responsible sex.
He turned and strutted to his official car parked in the roped off street.
All we had time to do was fix up a friend of Myrtle's friend's husband's antique car!
There, amid a cluster of floats, Boy Scouts and ballerinas, four of Fred's lady friends were in the final stages of hanging bunting about a beautiful old touring car whose vintage or name Dean couldn't identify.
A man Dean didn't recognize turned around and shook his hand before starting the old car.
It was only moments later when his fears were realized by the gnashing, booming, ripping sound of metal on rock, echoing across the valley like a clap of thunder, repeating and repeating, as if car after car had met a similar fate, further and further away.
As the driver stepped from the car, Dean called out.
She looked once more at Dean, turned, and began hobbling down the road to her car.
She sat alone in the darkened car, waiting, her head bowed low.
Because when I got the call that said a car had gone over, I couldn't raise him.
Billy Langstrom died last night with alcohol in his car.
He told of hearing a siren just before the accident and seeing what he thought to be a sheriff's car.
Are you sure it was a sheriff's car you saw earlier?
He cracked up his car, down this gully—nothing like where Billy's went over— but deep enough to flip his car.
Just before the accident, I heard a siren and then saw a white car speeding down the mountain.
She turned to hurry back to her car as Dean followed.
Two blocks away, the patrol car struck a van backing out from its diagonal parking space in front of the toy store.
I'm a witness in his car and the state guys were in Lydia's vehicle.
There were definitely two people in the car but he said one was a man.
Patsy got mad at one of the women where we were staying so she swiped her car and we took off.
She pulled to the side to let a following car pass.
After Ralph killed him, we took his car with the boat tied on top.
We left an empty bottle by his car and tent and drove back in the Ford.
It was a week or so before his car was found.
He had paid for the car and told her it was hers.
Regardless of what well-meaning friends and relatives said, he refused to take the car back.
A slender lady dressed in an expensive looking dark suit swung out of the car and stood, slowly shutting the door.
His attention was immediately drawn to the car outside the window.
His soft chocolate gaze went from the car to Carmen.
He hesitated, watching as Lori's car head back down the drive.
If her clothes and car were any indication, life was improving for her now.
As she entered the parking lot, she spotted Lori's car.
Standing at the car digging in her purse for the key, she spied Alex's truck.
Carmen was waiting for Alex outside the clinic with Destiny one day when the red-headed man strolled up to the car.
When he finally pulled his head back out of the car, Alex was approaching.
Alex opened the passenger door and climbed into the car, his attention equally divided between the retreating figure and Carmen.
Carmen waited until he closed the car door.
Remembering Lori's car, her stomach tightened.
That might explain the way he stuck his head inside the car.
She pulled in behind his truck and took Destiny out of the car.
Mums was still chuckling as she buckled Destiny into the car.
The car came to a stop as a long agonizing sob erupted from her lungs.
Leaving Him on the porch with a bowl full of food, she climbed into the car and headed for the hospital.
Carmen stopped the car in the drive and waited.
She backed the car up to turn around.
As she put the car in drive, something smashed the back window with a loud crash.
As she let up, they found traction and the car shot out of the driveway.
As they passed Josh's house, she spied Lori's car.
Maybe the man was driving Lori's car.
As the patrol car came over the hill, she rolled down her window and waved.
The patrol car came to a stop beside her, the window down.
Lori's car is at that house.
Later she discovered that Alice had made the call when she went to investigate why Lori's car was there.
While her car was in the shop getting a new back window, Carmen drove a rental car.
It wasn't as nice as hers, and it reminded her of the fact that Alex had picked her car out for her.
Everyone said goodbye when they left and he took the belt off as soon as he got in the car.
Down the steps and around to the car, and then she made the mistake of glancing up at him.
The scents of food from street vendors and car exhaust filled the air outside the quiet hospital grounds.
Deidre exited the car and paused.
There was more in the car, covering the driver's seat and the mat on the floor.
This is your car.
He observed the car's interior with the clinical distance of a scientist.
With a look at the car, she trailed him to the beach house.
She didn't know what to do about her car, and he didn't ask.
He was so calm, as if they were negotiating over a car and not eternity together.
I don't think you mean getting hit by a car, do you?
She guided the car to the lit parking lot near the metro station, her destination.
Toby called from the interior of the warm car.
Toby darted out of the car and shoved the door to the lobby open with all his might.
His energy sapped, the kid was sprawled half asleep across the race car bed.
It, too, was done up in a race car theme with toys lining the side of the tub.
He turned off the car and touched the garage door opener above him, whistling as he waited.
He started the car again and drove through a series of tunnels and intersections, a virtual underground street grid, before arriving at a large garage filled with gleaming cars.
Kris will send a car for you.
The lone two people on her ferry got into a car and left.
She dozed in the car during the forty-five-minute drive into northern Virginia, where her sister's fiancé owned a mansion secreted behind towering shrubbery and a gate that swung open to welcome her.
She relaxed and sank into the soft leather seats of the Town Car, telling herself she was being granted a chance to be normal.
A car accident killed them both.
A second trip to her rental car for a computer, two briefcases and a box of papers confirmed the wisdom of his choice of the larger room.
Edith Shipton's rental car, blanketed in six inches of fresh snow, remained out front.
I'll think it's Belfair's space car and wake up at once and not disturb a soul!
We might not get the gangbangers, car jackings and armed robberies like the big cities but we sure have our share of domestics.
Edith drove off in her rental car, without a word.
I thought the car looked familiar!
The next opportunity proved to be the same jeep road cut off where they'd first seen Edith speaking with the man in the second car, which was now nowhere in sight.
What make car is he driving?
Dean managed the luggage in three trips from their rental car while Cynthia and Fred handled the paper work and showed the women their quarters.
I saw a pair on your car out there.
I'll just leave most of my ice climbing gear in the car.
All four would ride in the same car for the fifty-mile trip to Telluride.
Dean started to get out of the car but Weller waved him on and Ryland pulled away from Bird Song.
The foursome rode the gondola the short distance down from the parking area to the central village complex, with Donnie looking down, wide-eyed from the swinging car.
Riding in a police car is the next best thing to a fire engine.
As he came out of the trees and crossed the bridge, he passed the sheriff 's car and emergency vehicles, their bubble gum lights still turning red or blue in the thickening snow.
From Indianapolis, Cynthia would rent a car for a two-hour drive to her mother's small town.
I saw your car.
Two unmarked State cars were parked in front of Bird Song, along with, to Dean's surprise, Edith's rental car and Donald Ryland's Explorer.
As they came in sight of the building, two men were lugging Shipton's belongings to a waiting car.
A small red sports car skidded to a stop in front of Bird Song as Dean dismounted his bike.
The headlights of a slow moving car washed her white body, shadowing the curve of her buttocks, the roundness of her shoulder, painting her golden hair in its light.
Yup. There's more in the car.
Dean set his bike down and joined Franny in her car as she continued.
She must be in a car.
He threw her over his shoulder, ran to his car, tossed her in, and raced home.
As she left the car, he said, "Don't forget your winnings" and handed her a wad of thousand dollar bills.
He thought about what car to take.
Virtually every car he owned confirmed he was a 'player'. The Lovebirds had started a fire and were sitting on the divan in front of it.
You hate that car.
Why's he taking your car?
In the car, she looked a like a kid in a candy store.
Jackson's smile broadened; he thought how much fun it would be to watch her as she ran from car to car in his stable 'oohing' and 'ahing'.
Jackson pulled the car into a spot, stepped out, opened the door for her and grabbed the basket.
As they neared the car, he held the keys up to her.
As she started the car, it was plain to see she felt nervous, yet excited.
He had thought he would be putting a new clutch in this car next week.
Elisabeth, what kind of car do you drive?
He was sitting, reveling in the day and enjoying his new art treasure, when he heard Connor's car come up the drive.
What do you say we take an extremely long shower then go out for a drive, you pick the car?
As they walked to the stable, Jackson asked, "Any idea what car you want to take?"
The sound of a car door, and then an engine starting jarred him into realizing Elisabeth must have stayed in the woods all this time.
He walked around the house to check the studio and noticed her car in the driveway.
As they approached Jackson's car, he said, "I'm going to need some time to absorb all this before I can even begin to figure out what to do."
Tears spilled over his lids as he started the car.
I already have the things I need in my car.
Jackson heard Elisabeth's car pull up and hurried out to meet her.
She walked around the car and handed him the keys.
They loaded the car and drove toward the shore.
They all heard Connor's car pull up.
This is currently my favorite red car.
Elisabeth grabbed a few and put them in the car.
I could have a car waiting by the back door.
They hurried to the car.
Jackson considered running to Fairhaven and having her drive the car, but worried he might lose it and feed on an unsuspecting pedestrian along the way.
You have the car by the door?
There was no strange car, so he assumed the patron had already left.
Elisabeth walked him to his car as Miriam watched from the window.
This is my dream car!
Elisabeth said, The car is more for Connor, so we decided to get you a little something of your own.
The newlyweds climbed into the car, and sped off.
He drove Sarah's car.
He parked the car near the door to the warehouse, and the three entered without speaking.
She gently lifted him, as if he were a sleeping child, and carried him to the car.
Parked beside her truck was a sporty looking rental car.
Sure, but I don't think the goats were impressed - by him or his fancy rental car.
He got the car because he wanted to do a little sightseeing while he was here.
Alex whisked them into the car, making sure their doors were securely closed before he slipped into the driver's seat.
At the restaurant, Alex whipped the car in between Josh's gray truck and Lori's little red sports car.
Carmen had her door open and was exiting the car when she glanced up to find Alex ready to help her out.
In any case, Katie managed to get the car stuck less than a hundred yards from the gate.
The little car slowed to a standstill, but Katie continued spinning the tires.
Carmen slid out of the car, thankful she had thought to bring her boots and coat.
The car isn't that heavy.
She positioned her hands on the opposite side of the car and grinned back at him.
Alex yelled as he jumped away from the car.
Carmen sloshed through the mud, and by the time she opened the gate, the car was out of the mud.
Caked with mud, they both decided to walk to the house while Katie parked the car.
Apparently he had given her a car, bought clothes for her and generally made a fool out of himself over her.
His idea of roughing it was probably a car without a navigational system.
She watched from the porch as he strode to his car.
He chuckled softly and climbed into the car.
The engine turned over once and then headlights blinded her until he turned the car around.
Otherwise, I'll have to carry you down to the car.
They talked all the way to the car and all the way home.
Reminding herself that Alex had made no commitment, she still couldn't put the picture of him opening the car door for Lori out of her mind.
Alex got out of the car and leaned down to say something to Lori.
He headed for the house as Lori turned the car around.
This time the car he rented was a little white 4-door car.
A car crossed the bridge behind them, leaving a wake of squeaking and groaning metal and wood.
He insisted that he would rather lease a car for a month than have to drive back, and he didn't like the idea of leaving her with only her old truck to drive.
Her gaze dropped to the driver's seat, where a small black military radio sat where none had been when she left the car.
She parked in her assigned spot and emerged from the car, startled by the scores of personnel already present.
I stood up, picked up my backpack, and walked to the car.
In the car, I fiddled with the necklace that hung around my neck.
Back in the car, Mrs. Thompson asked, "Was that necklace from your family?"
Aside from the infrequent sound of a passing car on the avenue, only the murmur of unseen waves lapping at the sand broke the stillness.
Further questioning revealed that Byrne had signed out a pool company car for the seven-hour trip to Virginia.
Dean retrieved his car and fought his way out of town on roads thick with retreating commuters.
Punching the buttons on his car radio, he finally found music that didn't assault his senses and pushed ahead toward Parkside, ready to call it a day.
Even though some of the destinations might have been more efficiently visited by plane, Byrne always took a company car, often resulting in very long workdays.
Given more time, he'd have preferred to put the bike on the car's rack and chew up some countryside miles, touring the hills and farm lands that surrounded Parkside.
By the time they reached Hunter's double-parked car, Dean felt like limp lettuce at a summer picnic.
World Wide will take care of the company car, but Jeff's luggage—his clothes and stuff—could you possibly bring them back?
Maybe had the car inspected?
There was nothing else in the car, except this.
Not here long, as new as the car is.
It might have even blown in the open window from a passing car.
The log stays with the car.
Not too many have used the car as new as it is.
Dean slipped the container into his pocket as he walked around the car.
As soon as Dean mentioned the luggage and briefcase locked in the trunk of the car, Fred insisted on protecting this valuable evidence by bringing them in—just for safekeeping.
Dean sighed and went back to the car.
Fourth and Oak were just as desolate as Ninth and Locust, but as soon as Dean stopped the car, a disheveled figure jumped from the darkness and clawed at the passenger door until Dean reached over and opened it.
Vinnie Baratto scrambled into the car, locked the door and buried himself on the floor of the vehicle.
Dean planned to send a patrol car by later to pick up some clothes but his trip home passed within a block of Parsons Street and on an impulse, he drove by the building.
Dean did a quick look-see in the car.
Dean reached in the car, pointing, scarcely an inch from a bulge beneath Alfred's shoulder, causing him to pull away.
Dean stepped back from the car.
Both of them laughed as Alfred started the car.
It would cost the price of a car payment for the early evening special, if the posh place had such a thing!
He went back to his car and started the engine, glancing back, but she had already closed the door.
Just as Dean backed from the driveway, another car turned the corner and waited for him to clear the entrance.
As soon as Dean was clear, the other car pulled in, stopping in front of the garage.
He moved around to the far side of the car, as if to get out of earshot of the house.
He said he saw our car at Whitney's Motel.
He thought it was a big joke, making all these plans and there in the back of the motel is our car.
I lied to Bobby—told him dad lent the car to a friend while he took the train into Philly, like he usually does.
Dean turned the car away from town, opened the window to let in the fresh May night, and headed south toward route 309 and Whitney's Motel.
The man started to return to the back room when a car pulled up.
It wasn't that they didn't do the same stuff when Dean was young, but at least back then the girl stayed in the car.
Then he added, Maybe I'll look up this Ridner kid and ask him if the car was still there when he finished, but I'm just checking it out because I promised Randy Byrne I would.
After handshakes and a brief chat, the pair left in Dean's pool car for the motel where Vinnie Baratto awaited.
I heard the car.
He drove up alone and no other car came back there—all day.
Want me to get the rubber hose from the car?
As they alighted from the car, Winston came out to meet them.
Your dad, or whoever was in his car, was alone at that motel.
I don't know why the car was there.
This way, as soon as one car makes its drop, the other car is signaled to drop the product at another location and it comes out even.
No one can follow the car and beat the pick up to the spot— it happens too quickly.
They know the time, distance and location of the car and say 'turn in' at the last minute.
If you followed the car making the drop, someone would have shot you.
Fred was out of the car and had introduced himself and Dean before Dean could open his mouth.
What kind of car does he drive?
I never saw him with a car.
Real bikers weren't bothered by a little rain, he tried to tell himself, but the car radio spoke of a storm system moving up from the south, bringing with it high winds and torrential rain.
He got out of the car, put his arms around her shoulders and gave her a hug.
Dean had allowed what he thought was plenty of time for the flight but the rental car area was slow and the entire airport was crowded with storm-delayed travelers.
Dean stood aside while they talked quietly, then walked around the car and shook the young man's hand.
As Dean rounded the corner of Collingswood Avenue and pulled in his driveway, he noticed a light blue car pull away from the opposite curb.
A slow-moving car on his side of the street blocked him from reading the license number or giving chase.
The car was around the corner and out of sight when his field of vision cleared.
He jumped out of the car and dashed up the steps to the house.
If he called the station quickly enough they might be able to run down the car.
Rose Tisdale first sighted the blue car circling the block and called Flora Watkins.
So what was the patch kit doing in the trunk of his company car?
No blue car followed.
Dean calculated he was 12 to 14 miles from his car, with nothing but corn and cows around him.
It took Dean another 40 minutes to reach his car, pull off his rain gear, and secure his bicycle.
Cora had spotted a car, a black Buick this time, but had not written down the license plate number.
Two neighbors reported seeing a black car near the house.
She looked as if she wanted him to stay, or at least he told himself that, but he returned to his car.
He ran down the receipt that was found in Byrne's car.
He buys the bike in Scranton or someplace up north and stashes it in the trunk of his company car, dropping the tire patch kit.
He bought a motor home in Scranton and towed his company car down to Norfolk!
He could account for the correct mileage on the car if he used a tow bar that kept the wheels on the road.
So why haul the bike in the car and not the motor home?
Because he parked the motor home in some campground near Norfolk, then transferred the bike to his car, stashed the bike somewhere down the beach and used it the next morning, like you said, to get back to the motor home.
Was he towing a car?
Sighing deeply, he told Rita he was finished for the day, jogged down the stairs to his car, and fought the late afternoon crosstown traffic to Ethel Rosewater's office.
As Dean turned the corner to 422 Collingswood Avenue, another car followed and pulled into the drive behind him.
Fred paused, "So I rented this car."
How did you ever get them to rent you a car without a license?
Fred went on to explain that a maroon late model car was waiting at the end of the driveway leading into Gruber's place.
The car had quickly made a U-turn and followed Fred, not taking care to disguise its actions.
After making a few turns, Fred realized he wasn't imagining the car was tailing him.
The car was never close enough for him to see the occupant.
I had my suitcase in the car anyway 'cause I was gonna get a room near the bus station.
The car ain't due back at the garage 'til tomorrow but we gotta figure some way of returning it or they're gonna get miffed.
One more piece of unfinished business was put to rest when Dean arranged for two young friends of DeLeo to ferry Fred's rental car back to Scranton.
The old man grabbed a metal trashcan from the curb and in one motion swung it at the car, scoring a direct hit on the windshield.
Then he caught sight of her in the light of the opening car door.
He hoped the darkened car would mask his face.
The lights of a turning car caught the look in her eyes.
He turned back as he stepped from the car.
So, back in the car Dean climbed, with an insistent Fred O'Connor beside him, ready to kick him awake if he nodded off.
If exhaustion truly was mental as much as physical, he'd conquered its demon as he edged to the side of the road without slowing his pace, allowing an infrequent car to pass.
Dean was still trying to catch his breath when another car rolled to a stop on the road above him.
There was no sign of Cynthia Byrne or another car.
Not unless you have a car.
Then you drove your bike, in his car, back to the motel.
Dean caught a flash of Burgess's smile in the light of an arriving car.
Got it! he exclaimed, holding what Dean presumed were Cynthia's car keys.
What's this about a new car he's buying for you?
Dust drifted down the road from a passing car.
She should take him up on his offer to purchase a car for her.
Later he took her to town to purchase a car.
Leaving the picture and her purse in the car, she decided to look around and see if there was a carcass.
They took her car this time.
He parked the car at the restaurant and turned to her.
He walked around the car and opened the door for her, helping her out.
It was going to be a hot day and she would be in and out of the car.
He didn't want anyone messing up the car.
Climbing into the car he purchased for her, she headed out with the new bank account he had given her to do some guilt free shopping.
Of course, she was spending it on things for him – going to the store for him in the car he purchased...
He came to the garage when she parked the car, opened the door and began removing groceries without comment.
She shut the car door and followed him inside.
Without alerting him, she went to the garage and searched her car.
I'd have to drive my own car... but we all would sure miss you.
The minute I leave, you hop in the car and run over there.
He hopped into the car, directing her to the small Cafe a few miles down the road.
Do you want to drive me to the Airport and keep the car?
He was starting the car as she ran across the porch and down the steps.
The car was backing out of the garage when she grabbed the door on the passenger side.
He nodded, putting an arm across the back of the seat as he backed the car.
Katie had offered to take her to the airport to pick up the car after he left.
All the way to the car she kept reminding herself of that.
As she unlocked the car, his plane roared down the runway.
Yet, as she opened the car door, her gaze was drawn to the commuter plane.
She dashed out the door and jumped into the car.
He opened the car door for her and his eyes twinkled with humor.
He walked around the car and climbed in the other side.
Once inside, he reached out and took her hand, pulling her across the car seat.
She paused on the porch and then hefted it again, marching down to the car.
It doubled her over, and she leaned over the back of the car, retching.
It was a cool day for the end of June, and when he opened the car door, it sent a chill up her back.
As they entered the yard, Carmen noticed Lori's little red sports car.
Less than fifteen minutes later, a state trooper car pulled into the yard.
Josh died in a car accident about five years ago.
No, we'll rent a car and drive from there.
She could drive her car over there, but she'd have to leave it there and Rob would see it.
I'll be behind the ambulance in the car.
He didn't kiss her or even touch her except when he helped her out of the car at home.
At the porch she paused, watching the car coming up the drive.
After they all left for their ride, Carmen put all the children in the car and went to town for the day.
As she crossed the yard, Rob and Aaron came out on their way to the car.
She parked her gray Thunderbird behind Denton's bright red sports car and climbed the steps to the porch.
She could drive her car out and back, but by that time she would have used precious vacation time.
No, it would be best to fly out and then lease a car for a month.
By the time the sun shot its first orange rays over the horizon, she was driving the little red sports car out of town.
The car wouldn't have been her choice, but it was the only rental available - unless she wanted to wait around for half a day until another was returned.
The little red car might be inappropriate, but it would suffice.
She maneuvered the car around washed out places and eased it over rocks that erupted from the surface of the dusty road.
What if she had car trouble?
It had been nearly a half-hour since the last car had passed her.
Hesitantly she urged the car forward, catching her breath as the bridge creaked and groaned under the weight of the tiny car.
She parked the car and worked her way through calf-high weeds until she reached the porch.
After unloading the car, she made a list of all the supplies needed.
Megan took her supplies to the car while Clara cooked her food.
He said to bring your car by tonight and he'd put them on.
Wherever the shiny little blue car had gone, it had nothing to do with her.
Megan stood and smiled a genuine welcome as Clara emerged from the car, carrying two large hanging plants.
Their wanderings finally took them back to the car, and as Clara opened the door to climb in, she hesitated.
Nice looking too - and drove a smart looking little car.
Clara ducked her head down as she climbed into the car.
Megan watched as the car backed down the drive and then started down the road.
He parked the car and strolled over to her, stretching out a browned hand in greeting.
He turned and ambled to the driver's side of his car.
He folded his arms across the top of the car door and rested his chin on his arms.
The little blue car pulled up in her drive at exactly five and she didn't have her swimming suit on.
Keaton pulled the car off the road into a grassy parking area beside the creek and shut off the engine.
His gaze met hers as he assisted her toward the car.
Without taking the time to dress, he threw a towel on the car seat and climbed in.
At the cabin, she opened the car door and climbed out, clutching the towel around her shoulders.
She stepped away from the car.
After breakfast Keaton retrieved a portable razor from his car.
With that, he stepped off the porch and strode to his car, leaving her staring open mouthed at his retreating back.
She watched his car disappear down the road and shook her head.
She showered and dressed in warmer clothes, locked the house door, and descended the steps to the car.
Keaton's car was parked in the drive when she arrived, but he was nowhere in sight.