My car was stolen by a thief.

The thief ran off as soon as he saw the police car.

I'm sorry, miss, but it's gone.

It's an hour and a half by freeway, or two hours if you take the Coast Highway.

Did the Seoul train leave?

Mm, not yet. My train doesn't pull out for at least a couple more hours.

Xiao Wang, can I use your bike? Forget I said that, you are riding it!

The car left and a few hours later I heard horses

I get the same bike back, and they've taken all the little warps out of those same wheels I've had for two and a half years, and my bike is like new.

It was a station wagon.

Enquiries showed the car to have been stolen the night before.

The train! There it goes!

A good tank with a full crew has a better chance than men on foot.

Finally! Quick! We caught the little crook!

Do you happen to remember seeing this young lady pass the compartment with a little Englishwoman?

The authorities in Mali informed the Group that there was some light weapons smuggling into Mali from Côte d'Ivoire by FN elements riding bikes on small unofficial tracks across the border.

I walk to work every day or ride my scooter, and I come down and park in this little spot.

Drove the getaway car in a Sausalito bank job.

This was the New York bike messenger meeting the Tour de France.

Minibus Pick up, 4 x 4

The car was going forward.

Get this car out of here!

Come on, drive.

Drive down the block.

1.80 an hour, so some fink driving a Cadillac could it drive around without having to shift gears.

Jump in.

Taxi...taxi...taxi...

She took the car.

I walked to the station.

We've a schedule to keep.

Toy train.

You know he's gone. He took a train.

Micro credits gave her the bicycle, you know.

Two hours. Almost 200 miles gone.

There goes our bus.

It's starting off down the road now.

Come on. Get this schooner rolling.

The stage she's ready,

Extra! Federal bank truck robbed! Half a million dollars!

Well, supposing they decoyed Miss Froy into the luggage van and hid her there.

From the car to the office and back.

The males have been put in little pots and the truck is going down the road and they are releasing males as they go.

The poor little Molas coming in, getting ripped to shreds, so we head down south, to San Diego.

So I packed my kit into the car and drove off.

They were brought to the Arnon Hanatziv promenade and the two younger boys were ordered to leave.