Some gondolas

Usage examples of cars.

Unsurprisingly, there were only two other cars in the parking lot besides the Taurus.

As I think of Vaughan I see him in the stolen cars he drove and damaged, the surfaces of deformed metal and plastic that for ever embraced him.

The repeated sequences of crashing cars first calmed and then aroused me.

He thought of the crashes of automobile stylists, the most abstract of all possible deaths, wounded in their cars with promiscuous laboratory technicians.

I think of the crashes of psychopaths, implausible accidents carried out with venom and self-disgust, vicious multiple collisions contrived in stolen cars on evening freeways among tired office-workers.

I think of the absurd crashes of neurasthenic housewives returning from their VD clinics, hitting parked cars in suburban high streets.

I have watched copulating couples moving along darkened freeways at night, men and women on the verge of orgasm, their cars speeding in a series of inviting trajectories towards the flashing headlamps of the oncoming traffic stream.

Young men alone behind the wheels of their first cars, near-wrecks picked up in scrap-yards, masturbate as they move on worn tyres to aimless destinations.

The lights along Western Avenue illuminated the speeding cars, moving together towards their celebration of wounds.

Three vehicles were approaching, mass-produced saloon cars whose exact model-year, colour schemes and external accessories I can still remember with the painful accuracy of a never-to-be-eluded nightmare.

During my first hours in Ashford Hospital all I could see in my mind was the image of us locked together face to face in these two cars, the body of her dying husband lying between us on the bonnet of my car.

Our two cars were surrounded by a circle of spectators, their silent faces watching us with enormous seriousness.

Tyres singing, half a dozen cars pulled on to the verge and mounted the central reservation.

Standing beside their cars, the spectators watched this puddle forming on the oil-stained macadam.

Already I was aware that the interlocked radiator grilles of our cars formed the model of an inescapable and perverse union between us.