She could make out a large form behind the wheel.

I took my place behind the wheel and turned to face her.

She got in also and her father sat behind the wheel.

She went to her car and sat behind the wheel.

Maybe the guy was just sitting low behind the wheel.

He should not, the police said, have been behind the wheel at all.

He tried to get a look at the person behind the wheel and couldn't.

A moment later he was behind the wheel of his car.

He couldn't see the face of the man behind the wheel.

Or just the company of the man behind the wheel.

Maybe more time at the wheel will change my mind.

He could just about make out the figure at the wheel.

Step two, of course, was to figure out who had actually been at the wheel.

I sat down at the wheel and began to back the car.

He turned on some music, and took his place at the wheel.

They just had time to see the figure of the man at the wheel.

What a feeling of power to be back at the wheel again!

She had been at the wheel for nearly six hours.

He had been at the wheel for over seven hours.

But it had never happened, with either one of us at the wheel, until tonight.