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Usage examples of headlamp.

Interspersed among them were big canvasback troop-carriers, their headlamps glaring in the brightening daylight.

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.

Its headlamps were eyes now, predictably, bristling with thick wire lashes, its cowcatcher a jawful of protruding teeth.

These wilderness versions wear cowcatchers, their headlamps burn vividly, and insects touch like fingertips against the glass.

The light from his headlamp caught a rimstone pool in the middle of the chamber.

He started the engine and eased away from the Sleepytime Motel, waiting until he was clear to turn on his headlamps.

Small toxic clouds swirled at head level, blinding white in their headlamps.

So now he submitted miserably as Fay surveyed him up and down, switched off his blinking headlamp ("That coalminer caper is corny, Gussy.

And then he dismissed the thought, for an even more dismaying factor had now to be taken into consideration: in the far distance could be heard the sound of sirens, in the far distance could be seen the wavering beams of approaching headlamps.

He turned off his headlamp again, and the luminous cobalt blue of the glacial light glowed around him, dim and rich.

While she stood talking to him she remained clearly aware of Gabriel's progress around the car, touching the braces that held up the leather top, reading the ceramic license plate, opening the far door, getting behind the driver's wheel and testing its fit in his hands (unobtrusively checking the lever positions, which brought her a secret smile), getting back out, stooping to check the level of the crystals in the carbide container, opening the brass headlamps and closing them again, eventually coming full circle, back to her.

This was followed by a dogfish shark, with huge, milky, sightless eyes resembling headlamps.

The electroluminescent headlamp threw its light down a long, bare horizontal passage.

The headlamps of the second sled—carrying Pete and Claude—sparkled in the frigorific darkness behind him.

He swung his headlamp, and up jumped a score of grave markers fashioned from iron tubing painted white and decorated with plastic flowers, improbable roses and orchids.