Usar "racer" en una oración
racer oraciones de ejemplo
racer
1. Some of my friends bought a fabrication shop down in the Gengee, this is the best imitation of an antique ocean racer from our country that we can build
2. The boat was undoubtably fast, as fast as an ocean racer from old Earth in all likelihood, but could go no faster than traffic on Third Canal
3. The guys running the mechanical shop had managed to put together a very good imitation of an ocean racer and it was now ready for some long distance trials
4. Other than that one encounter, she only went thru the motions of life on Argon’s Racer
5. His man did indeed meet Ava getting off the Argon’s Racer this Morningday
6. However, he was Mystic's First Mate and a competent racer, while I was fresh from a basic sailing course
7. People said he should be a racer
8. Just a suggestion, a corner of her black racer here and there in his rearview screens told him she was still with him
9. Two seconds after we made a left turn back onto the street where Nazaroff was parked, the blue Mustang shot out of its parking space like a drag racer at the Bonneville Salt Flats
10. ‘Okay, you’re the speed space racer pro
11. The DS version holds true to the reputation of the original kart racer
12. There is no doubt that the inclusion of online multiplayer has pushed the replay value of this racer a hundred fold
13. “That’s it Redbolt! That’s it!” shouted the exited Human as he closed in on the fourth place racer
14. The racer beside Joey quickly raised his voice and notified everyone of what was happening around him
15. Pole Position (1982) used sprite-based, pseudo-3D graphics when it pioneered the "rear-view racer format" where the player's view is behind and above the vehicle, looking forward along the road with the horizon in sight
16. “But, let me remind you, my dear friend, it’s your scooter, not a racer bike, so slow-slow
17. A real racer!
18. reasons than to slow down when on intermediate steepness; a racer
19. So I don't pretend to be an Olympic racer, and here's how I
20. racer has basically the same system, only he's got an official sleek
21. cidentally stays in the course, he wins---the hard-core racer isn't out
22. a hard-core racer who wants to be the best, you might want it occa-
23. "I am not a ski racer," he
24. comes a point where, unless you're the only racer or
25. World Cup Racer should ski better than the coach,
26. have aspirations of becoming a barrel racer, you
27. Lenehan, very sad about a racer he fancied and Stephen D
28. He was flying like a racer
29. Lauren Ainsworth might have made a pretty darn good NASCAR racer
30. How his name would fill the world, and make people shudder! How gloriously he would go plowing the dancing seas, in his long, low, black-hulled racer, the Spirit of the Storm, with his grisly flag flying at the fore! And at the zenith of his fame, how he would suddenly appear at the old village and stalk into church, brown and weather-beaten, in his black velvet doublet and trunks, his great jack-boots, his crimson sash, his belt bristling with horse-pistols, his crime-
31. If you move along the dark alleys past the buildings where the editing rooms on the top floors whisper and bray and roar and snack-chatter until two or three or four in the morning, you hear chariots rushing by in the air, or sand blowing across Beau Gestes ghost-haunted desert, or traffic coursing the Champs-Elyseés all French horns and derogatory cries, or Niagara pouring itself down the studio towers into the film vaults, or Barney Oldfield, on his last run, gunning his racer around Indianapolis to the shout of faceless mobs, while further on as you walk in darkness someone lets loose the dogs of war and you hear Caesars wounds open like rosebuds in his cloak, or Churchill bulldogging the airwaves as the Hound bays over the moors and the night people keep working these shadowed hours because they prefer the company of Moviolas and flicker-moth screens and closeup lovers to the people stranded at noonday, stunned by reality outside the walls
32. Scarcely before that jockey realized it—probably the first intimation he had of his rival’s nearness was the crowd yelling Ixion’s name—the racer had drawn up to Hotspur, changing places with Blashford, now dropping further behind
33. Once more, only, nearing the finish line, did Nowell strike his horse with the whip, and the racer, as if understanding the need, lengthened his stride, passing Hotspur by the small space of a man’s hand at the finish, and winning by so much
34. This last, from his celerity, is known in many districts by the name of Racer
