I think Alex makes a concentrated effort to drive his father crazy.
This weekend she would drive out and talk to him.
He would want to know, yet if he did, he might try to drive in on icy highways.
Why don't you drive out here with your truck?
Why drive down there?
Maybe friends didn't let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so many?
I'd have been glad to drive you home.
Do you want me to drive you there?
They would find someone to drive the wagon back across the desert.
Fortunately, her father heard a car drive away so the time of abduction was clearly set.
But remember, it will not keep quite till noonday even in the coolest cellar, but drive out the stopples long ere that and follow westward the steps of Aurora.
I would not be one of those who will foolishly drive a nail into mere lath and plastering; such a deed would keep me awake nights.
When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
Their telephone conversation last night concluded with the decision that Connie would pick her up at the end of the drive today at 11:30 am.
"You'll drive," she minced the words out.
Finally, we condensed everything on a small computer thumb drive which we hid in the removable base of a desk lamp.
"I am going to help drive those red-coated British out of the country," he said to his mother.
And as I look to the past and the present, I see two phenomena that especially drive my optimism.
He had enough alcohol in his veins to believe he could drive, and too much pride to leave the party in the passenger seat.
Thirty minutes later she was walking down the drive to meet Connie, never having betrayed his trust.
OK. I'll be right behind you... and drive slowly.
"I'll drive," came his tight-lipped reply.
Once again she had let her desires drive them from her mind.
We'd drive Peabody, Massachusetts, two weeks before our wedding.
The drive from the station to the house, a distance of one mile, was very lovely and restful.
It's a long way to drive from Fayetteville, and then they'd have to bring you back in the morning.
I hate to ask you for another favor, but I wonder if I could pay you to drive me home.
You asked me to drive you home, don't you remember?
He leaned over to unlatch the gate and then rode through, heading down the drive toward the road.
No, she had seen the postman drive up every day since she sent out the letter.
That's a long way to drive for steak and potatoes.
The prince allowed no one at Bald Hills to drive with ringing bells; but on a long journey Alpatych liked to have them.
Ferapontov's wife and children were also sitting in a cart waiting till it was possible to drive out.
No one at the stone entrance gates of the drive and the door stood open.
And drive faster, blockhead!
Drive past Tatarinova, a lot of digging is going on there.
The enemy is beaten, and tomorrow we shall drive him from the sacred soil of Russia, said Kutuzov crossing himself, and he suddenly sobbed as his eyes filled with tears.
Efim, the old coachman, who was the only one the countess trusted to drive her, sat perched up high on the box and did not so much as glance round at what was going on behind him.
"Come, go in there and drive them out!" shouted the senior officer.
The count ordered his carriage that he might drive to Sokolniki, and sat in his study with folded hands, morose, sallow, and taciturn.
He hastily took his seat and told the coachman to drive him to his country house in Sokolniki.
And strange to say, the Governor of Moscow, the proud Count Rostopchin, took up a Cossack whip and went to the bridge where he began with shouts to drive on the carts that blocked the way.