The Collaborative International Dictionary
Race \Race\, v. i. [imp. & p. p. Raced (r[=a]st); p. pr. & vb. n. Racing (r[=a]"s[i^]ng).]
To run swiftly; to contend in a race; as, the animals raced over the ground; the ships raced from port to port.
(Steam Mach.) To run too fast at times, as a marine engine or screw, when the screw is lifted out of water by the action of a heavy sea.
vb. (en-past of: race)
Usage examples of "raced".
A tall man who stayed in the shadows and raced through the hotel corridors and across fire escapes with the movements of a mountain cat.
The disheveled Chinese screamed and with a shattering crash overturned the table as waiters raced, shrieking, towards the flames.
His breath short, his face drenched with sweat, the obese manager raced between the tables to the discarded caftan.
He could barely move, but he did move, and then he raced out of his small office and down the corridor with such speed that he pummelled three students and a colleague out of his path, sending two into walls the others buckling under him.
Figures raced through the narrow thoroughfares, crashing into cages of small screeching birds and writhing snakes of various sizes - wares of peddlers on the lowest rungs of the territory's ladder of commerce.
The gleaming metal panels slid apart and Liang raced out of the middle elevator into Webb's hallway.
Webb leaped out of the car, the motor running, and raced around the back to the other side, his newly purchased weapon in his hand, the silencer fixed.
The Daimler raced through and turned right into the speeding traffic on the dual-lane highway to Mongkok.
Webb knew he would lose him in the crowds if he did not hurry, so he held up both hands, stopping the traffic, and raced diagonally down the ramp as horns bellowed and angry shrieks came from drivers.
He rushed across the street overflowing with humanity and raced down the steps and into the alley.
The heavy-set Chinese major and the cold, precise doctor leaped out of the car and raced towards the entrance.
Bourne raced after the man, dodging between the bodies in front of him, not caring whom he pushed aside.
Seeing nothing, hearing nothing but the murmurs of the forest before him, he got to his feet and raced into the woods.
A figure suddenly raced from the left into the inferno that had been the campsite, then whipped around and ran through the flames, turning twice and, seeing Jason, firing at him.
It was Catherine, waving at her through the open window of a small Japanese car as Marie raced into the street.