Tick Tock
Her immediate world was silent, with only the faint sound of motorway traffic in the distance, a perpetual, nightly disturbance.
Indebted SFW omnibus edition; parts 1-5 of 10
There were the big flashing signs warning us that the road was curvy, curvier then was normal on the motorway network. darren didn't want to slow down.
La Tramuntana - Chapter 6
The motorway was fine. people were doing their, what, 200 km/h, no, 400 km/h? not the side roads. the poor jeep struggling its way up and down couldn't go very fast. that was for later, they said.
Cassandra (Chapter 2)
The dual-carriageway system that fed into the airport soon gave way to four lanes of motorway, down which they cruised with little to halt their progress despite the volume of traffic that was sharing their tarmac.
Memento Mori—U.X.O. Chapter I
As he helped his parents carry the luggage into the airport, the familiar jolt and clatter met his ears, and he heard the distant roar of planes on the motorway.
Threads - The Thickening
It cruised along the m4 motorway, averaging about 120 miles per hour, rushing by mod escort through the traffic, ducking out of the way up along the hard shoulder. a card was played in their solitaire, and the bald man looked up.
Executive decisions Chapter 10
She asked, kindly, "it's a fair distance even down the motorway. i can't request a gate with this short notice. don't even know exactly where we're going, neither." crispin nodded.
The Lion's Spots 1 - Pounced
Both the lion and the cheetah giggled when the first song that played on shuffle was 'bungle in the jungle", which they both sang along to as matt drove onto the motorway to begin the uneventful 90 minute drive back to his flat.
Night of Unicorn
But then there was a fence across my way, so i had to turn 90 degrees and walk around it... then through the bridge over the motorway... while walking along the fence i didn't even notice the moment when "she" vanished behind the trees of the hill.
Furfood
Living hotel to hotel, a car i didn't even own, surviving on motorway fast-food. i didn't have a family. never seemed to have time for girls.
Lake Krystalvasser - Part One
There was also something innately relaxing about just driving as well; the rumble of wheels beneath him, the soft rush of air at his window and the hum of the engine as he sped down motorways were to the bull as a whale song was to new age hippies.
Alexander's Accounts - Part 11
Onto the motorway, merging, 300 km/h. some few kilometres left until we reached the city. and the driver was curious. “so, what did you do?” “admit our crimes against the south, get support”, said artemis.