What is "motored"

Usage examples of "motored".

I was glad to spot a school of them herding baitfish as Abbey and I motored up the shoreline.

We went out to the Blowfish, picked up a portable pump and motored back in toward shore.

Captain Waxman motored the boat backward, trying to meet the frantic swimmer.

The vessel was crammed till its sides bulged, it was loaded down in utter defiance of the Plimsoll law, with Rollos and Clarences and Dwights and Twombleys who had known and golfed and ridden and driven and motored and swum and danced with Ann for years.

To Bond, American cars were just beetle-shaped Dodgems in which you motored along with one hand on the wheel, the radio full on, and the power-operated windows closed to keep out the draughts.

To Bond, American cars were just beetle-shaped Dodgems in which you motored along with one hand on the wheel, the ladio full on, and the power-operated windows closed to keep out the draughts.

Then he turned his car and motored back across the long miles, this time cutting across to San Diego, so he would miss that desert stretch between El Centro and Beaumont.

At the Post Office I mailed off to him by express delivery six hairs from the mane of the sardine horse, and motored back to the grim business of acting the holiday I'd feared from the start.

We paused for a late lunch of bread and felafel in a boisterous, noisy village, then motored north again.

As it motored closer, heading for the fish pier, I could see Ramon on the flying bridge, Del and Paco standing next to him.

So one bright day Ermengarde motored back to Hogton and arrived at the farm just as 'Squire Hardman was foreclosing the mortgage and ordering the old folks out.

We motored quietly between dense walls of intense blue-green growth, broad fernlike leaves with water glistening on the myriad tips, thin helical stalks corkscrewing through the growth and rising dozens of meters above this moving, shuddering mass, the immense green stalks or shoots we had seen from the distance, sprouts the size of giant sequoias.

One Labor Day weekend they had motored to Southampton, where for three days in an old house belonging to her Uncle Ogden Watress, Clay drank gin and tonic (not bourbon and water), played tennis on a grass court (not clay) and lunched daily at a beach club overlooking an oval pool in which the noise of interchangeable towheaded children drowned out all talk of the stock market (not politics).

Had it been summer-time they might have fared better, as the place was a favourite holiday resort, famed for its boating, fishing and excursions into the mountains, in addition to which many of the wealthier people in Oslo often motored up there for the week-end, so in the season the hotel kitchen might have coped with this unusual rush of business.

Then he made sure the gate was open as the line of boats slowly motored out towards the intercoastal waterway.