What is "speeding"

Usage examples of "speeding".

I heard the buzz of traffic speeding past on the autoroute, and realized that we were out of sight I struggled with the door catch, but the car had warped enough to jam the door.

Prince doubted not that she studied visions of the carnage going on in Let, and bespoke the Wyvilo that she was speeding to help them.

Even now the boy was speeding down the mountain to buy fresh bonito in Odawara.

But she soon had it reasoned out that her preconceptions in this regard were no doubt due to the stylizing nature of the mythopoeic process itself, which simplified character and motive just as it compressed time and space, so that one imagined Perseus to be speeding tirelessly and thoughtlessly from action to bravura action, when in fact he must have weeks of idleness, hours of indecision, et cetera.

Not only were there horseless vehicles racing across the ground, but there were vehicles speeding through the skies, as well.

The horseless carriages speeding past now had lights shining in front of them.

After speeding recklessly for twenty minutes through winding country roads lined with horse farms, commercial areas, and suburban housing tracts, Joel overshot Old Country Road, a main east-west thoroughfare.

The public has so long listened to these funereal solos that if a few of the poets thus impatient to be gone were to go, their departure would perhaps be attended by that resigned speeding which the proverb invokes on behalf of the parting guest.

Sunday night, Harrogate was deserted and virtually free of traffic, and within minutes Emily was on the main Ripon road, speeding steadily along toward Pennistone Royal.

The second vessel was larger than Quinton had been able to distinguish, and he realized she was anchored, her hull lined with several smaller craft, while another was already speeding towards the shore.

At this moment the limousine transporting the sum and substance of his case and the salvation of his professional reputation would be speeding down the southbound lanes of the West Side Drive en route to Foley Square.

The snow had started falling again and in the mid-morning light it tended to soften the harsh, utilitarian landscape of the broad thruway stretching ahead to infinity and spreading out in a mile of speeding traffic on either hand.

The car rolled townward, speeding along streets where traffic was thin.

And while I was speeding townwards along the rails Judkin would be plodding his way to the vicarage bearing a vegetable marrow and a basketful of dahlias.

Street wanderers jumped when they saw his trishaw speeding in front of the others, hiccoughing over the cobbles and scattering dogs and innocent sleepy children.