Sentence examples for like the windshield from inspiring English sources

Like the Windshield Wonder: What could be more low-tech than a 16-inch plastic rod with microcloth on the end?

The team contracted suppliers for components like the windshield wipers and power steering, but the intent was to generate internal lessons about how to make electric cars, Mr. Giddons said, so most fabrication was kept internal.

At the same time, its detectors were suddenly peppered with an unexpected spray of ionized particles, like the windshield of a car speeding through a swarm of bugs.

As soon as the NORAD computer would freeze up during chess and mutually assure the destruction of Omaha, my friends and I would see a flash brighter than a thousand suns, and those of us who weren't turned into disintegrating skeletons would swell up like Akira monsters and slosh like chili across the windshield of the first car that hit us.

As soon as the NORAD computer would freeze up during chess and mutually assure the destruction of Omaha, my friends and I would see a flash brighter than a thousand suns, and those of us who weren't turned into disintegrating skeletons would swell up like Akira monsters and slosh like chili across the windshield of the first car that hit us.

It's like flies against the windshield.

If, as many physicists believe, our galaxy is rotating through a stationary region of dark matter, then the dark matter should strike the atoms in Sciolla's detector like rain hitting the windshield of a moving car.

And she understands that one day — who knows, maybe even tonight in her sleep — she will die and enter God's eternal golden Kingdom and feel His Love, and when that happens all her frustrations and concerns will be like dewdrops on the windshield of a fast-moving car, the glass streaked clean and clear of all blurriness.

The filmmakers have an entire 3-D universe in their supercomputer, and they aren't afraid to use it to swoop us outward through the stars falling past us faster and faster like snowflakes past the windshield in a storm, flipping us over and diving back and forth through the Milky Way past gnarled ribbons of nebulae.

And she understands that one day who knows, maybe even tonight in her sleep she will die and enter God's eternal golden Kingdom and feel His Love, and when that happens all her frustrations and concerns will be like dewdrops on the windshield of a fast-moving car, the glass streaked clean and clear of all blurriness.

But in cheek-by-jowl Manhattan, the property rights of small homeowners and business people are like bugs on the windshield of the city's swashbuckling real estate developers and the ribbon-cutting politicians who enable them.