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Usage examples of cherrypicker.

Beyond the cherrypicker, a man on a high ladder was replacing the letters on a movie marquee.

The other day, Kelp and Dortmunder had followed the cherrypicker to its home, a large fenced-in lot in Hammersmith where it was surrounded by other heavy equipment, all painted the same official yellow.

Chauncey, using the key Kelp had given him, had driven the cherrypicker to Sackville Street, where he'd opened the metal plate in the streetlight pole (Dortmunder had shown him how on a streetlight back in Hans Place), and had snipped one wire to put out the light.

Throwing the cherrypicker into gear – he was becoming terrific at this looking-glass way of driving by now – he zipped down to Piccadilly and left toward Piccadilly Circus.

The sharp right turn into Pall Mall at the bottom of the downslope nearly sent them tumbling wheels over bucket down Cockspur Street, but the cherrypicker righted itself and hastened on.

Briefly the cherrypicker looked like some kind of yellow dinosaur imitating a bucking bronco.

Midway, another set of traffic lights gleamed red, and no sooner had the cherrypicker shuddered to a halt than Chauncey clambered over the side, gripping tight the umbrella sheath, and ran up to climb into the cab on top of Dortmunder, who said, "What?

I took my old Cherrypicker uniform--the smartest turnout any soldier ever had anywhere--because I felt it would be useful to cut a dash, but for the rest I stuck to necessaries.

I decided to wear my Cherrypicker rig, with all the trimmings of gold-laced blue tunic and tight pants, and when I emerged Starnberg cocked an eye and whistled appreciatively.

She pinned me down, calling me her duckling, of all things, and her chicken, and then before I knew it she had suddenly hauled me upright and had my fine Cherrypicker pants round my knees, and was squirming her fat backside against me.

Lady Emily was even more so - thank God for Cherrypicker pants - and when she discovered I was only nineteen years old she nodded sadly, and spoke of the fair young shoots on the tree of empire.

We had three tanks, four armored personnel carriers modified into fighting vehicles (ACAVs), an APC with added headroom and radios (a command track), and a light recovery vehicle that we called a cherrypicker though it had just a crane, not a bucket.

The man addressed, tall, dark, and grinning all over his face, was striding forward to grip my hand - young Johnny Stewart, a Cherrypicker long after my time, but an old comrade from Egypt.