Auto transmission

Usage examples of gearbox.

Brewster had replaced the gearbox with high-power alternators and a turboshaft engine, mounted vertically.

So, naturally, when six actors, real, honest-to- Equity actors, showed up at Fort Berming, his imagination went into high gear-some fellow officers claimed the old boy let it fly right out of the gearbox.

She drove like a man very fast but skilfully, picking a tight line into the corners and using the gearbox to brake, double declutching with dancing feet on the pedals, and hitting the shift with a quick sure hand, Beside her the General sat with the set to his shoulders of a younger man.

Somewhere in the cacophonous gearbox of his brain, he heard the hiss of a petcock, blowing off steam.

Already relatively lightweight because of the absence of driveshafts and gearboxes, the craft had been stripped of all extraneous gear, including armaments, which cut the aircraft's empty weight from nine thousand to just six thousand, five hundred pounds.

Ideas radiated from the town: weaving machines, gearboxes and windmills, factory postures.

He wouldn’t be at all surprised now if they were to find gearboxes with cogwheels the size of moons driving the entire edifice.

The whine of the gearboxes grew in pitch and the tank lurched ahead as the clutches engaged, the heavy tracks slapping down on the solid rock of the Road.

The Cliaandians did not think this way, which was why I intensely enjoyed dropping gravel in their gearboxes, but I still did.

The cement truck drove like a pig, even with its multirange gearbox, top-heavy, slow to accelerate, and almost as slow to brake.

Giordino obliged and climbed in the passenger's seat as Pitt pushed the gear lever on the Cotal gearbox, actually a switch on an arm that protruded from the steering column, into low gear, pressed the accelerator pedal, and eased out the clutch.

The gearbox screamed as it shifted into top gear, the soldiers in back grabbing for support as they jarred through a pothole.

Frantic electric signs were ticking like wire brushes and the trumpet call of police sirens played a counter-melody to the bass gearboxes of ancient buses.

I got down onto the snow and slid under the Mercedes, feeling for hand -- holds good enough to use with gloves on, staying aft of the gearbox and to the driver's side of the propeller shaft away from the exhaust silencer, finding a cross -- member with enough space above it for my hands and swinging my feet up, getting one of them lodged above the chassis and kicking with the other one until my boot found purchase on the back -- axle casing.