Before I reached the corner, the other car started up and tore forward.

Then the car was past and tearing on towards Kingston.

The alley mouth opened out into a main street a few feet ahead and I saw two police cars tear by.

Then, suddenly, the President's car bolted and tore down the street.

I ran after Jane, but her car was tearing out of the rear lot.

The car tore at me and I took to my tapered toes.

G-8 pushed the accelerator full down, and the great, powerful car tore like mad along the road.

The cars that he pursued were still in sight, tearing for the highway.

A car tore by down the street going twice as fast as it should.

The car leaped to life and tore away from the sidewalk.