barrel along

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barrel along

To move very quickly, perhaps in a turbulent or uncontrolled manner. The tour bus was just barreling along the highway when it suddenly hit the guardrail.
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barrel along

to move along rapidly. The car was barreling along at a fairly rapid clip. Don't barrel along so fast that you miss the turn.
See also: barrel
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At the end of the said episode, Julia and her friend were walking down the street when a car came barreling along. The car pinned Julia to a parked vehicle.
I'm barreling along and hardly feel the changes as the automatic box clicks into the next gear.
MONDAY'S TV 8.09.14 CHOICE Denis Lawson New Tricks BBC1, 9pm Now they've bonded over a few nights out, ranging from ten-pin bowling to barreling along the streets of London on a "pedibus", the new UCOS crew seems to be gelling quite nicely.
US Airways Flight 1549 was barreling along New York La Guardia Airport's main runway, headed for Charlotte, N.C.
I realized just how far and how fast online was barreling along the other day.
I somehow didn't crash and grew increasingly confident as I went barreling along the trails.
So whether you're on the motorway or barreling along a country lane, you never feel in any danger of losing control.
The year has been barreling along at a rapid pace for the Sustainable Australia and Strategies teams.
Then he keeps the plot barreling along as Rizvan encounters the bad and the good, weaving a patchwork quilt of America while positioning the nation as a land where hope and dreams are possible.
The unending tension provides a sure vehicle to keep the reader barreling along with the mission.
It now appears that this train has not only left the station, but is barreling along. In the past five months, we responded to the U.S.
And if you buy something online, most likely it's a truck barreling along an Interstate that gets the product to your door.
And as with most things that got started on Capitol Hill, the group just kept pork barreling along.
And so, one Sunday morning in February, I piled into a shiny red rental sedan with my friends Howard and Sharon, and Chad, a photographer, and drove up into the Santa Ana Mountains toward San Mateo Canyon, barreling along on a dirt road that was in much worse shape than I had remembered.