Loses steam

Usage examples of tires.

When they got to the Swift River Bridge--she could tell without looking because of the way the tires sang--she counted at the top of her voice as fast as she could until they reached the other side.

There was the smell from the river, thick and oily, and the traffic rushing beside it, the swish of tires on the wet pavement.

Rita peered at the dark river as the tires hummed over the old bridge.

Now he was in his front yard, bending over something he had planted in tires, Crystal beside him talking a mile a minute.

Slim heard a giggle and slowly scanned the rough reddish bark of the hemlock, squinting up into the thick sprawling branches, then turned to study the roof of his trailer as if expecting a head to pop out of one of the tires baking on top of it in the sun.

Or she would pull over but the tires of the truck would dip into the deep ruts on the shoulder and the truck would tip over on its side, then turn completely over with Rainey and her strapped in, hanging upside down.

It paused, then turned into their driveway, the tires spitting gravel.

Row after row, in every direction, plants were severed from their roots, the wet fruit of the cracked watermelon, the cantaloupe seeds spilled across the seaweed mulch, all of it mashed and the bright leaves blackened by the heavy tires that continued relentlessly grinding across the land with the determination of an advancing army.

She was laughing, steering with one hand, her cap shoved far back on her head, her teeth flashing in the white hot sun as she mowed everything in her path, gashing through row upon row of carrots, slicing the celery off at the roots, the tires crunching over the potato plants, burying the potatoes that bubbled up out of the earth.

What the mower missed, the tires steam rolled as she circled the field, retracing her tracks.

Rita stood eye level with the top of the tires, dwarfed by the tractor.

Rows of tulip-shaped tires piled with old straw and dead tomato plants, some with green fruit hanging like forgotten ornaments.

Slim could see that when he pulled into the driveway, his headlights shining on the tracks her tires had left in the snow, still clearly visible despite the new snow that was falling.

New Mexico to see the buildings that man had made from tires and cement.

A breeze from the coast mingled the odor of sea wrack and wet clam mud with the familiar smell of decomposing garbage and tires soaking up the sun.