Sentence examples for motorway drivers from inspiring English sources

The collapse of the dotcom bubble is a subject financial hypochondriacs feel repeatedly drawn towards, like motorway drivers turning their heads towards car wrecks on the hard shoulder.

Pete Williams, a spokesman, said: "Motorway drivers have long been the victims of some pretty indefensible pricing at the pumps with many service stations charging on average 10p extra per litre above the 'high-street' or supermarket forecourt price.

Elsewhere at the facility, which recently opened on the M25, London's orbital motorway, drivers and their passengers play other traditional service-station roles, buying petrol, using the loos, shouting at their children, wincing at the sandwich prices.

And they suggest helicopters taking off and landing close to the Almondsbury Interchange would be dangerously distracting for motorway drivers.

Here I describe the advantages (and disadvantages) of a more naturalistic way of studying this phenomenon, and present the results from two studies that observed the hand positions of motorway drivers from an elevated vehicle.

And there is more technical wizardry on the privatised motorways: drivers with special sensors on their car windscreens can pass through separate "green lanes" without having to stop and pay a toll.

And maybe one day, if the technology gets embedded into streets and motorways, drivers won't even have to worry about charging at all.

Its first tests were of road trains on motorways, where drivers could join a line of cars that would autonomously match speed and follow the lead car.

Seconds later, we're hurtling at break-neck speed out of the cemetery, along the motorway, the driver making various calls en route, each consisting of just a few short sentences, before turning into a different burial ground up the road, manned with armed guards.

Driving without a spare tyre could be classed as foolhardy; insisting that the journey from north London to Dover, so that the band can get to gigs in Belgium and Holland, only takes an hour could be put down to bad research, but running out of diesel on a motorway: bad driver.

She writes a lot about gender, sexuality and art, as well as lorry drivers, motorway service stations and train food.