I turned away from the computer and walked down the hall to get ready for my next patient.

I believed we had plenty of time to work out the financing.

Wednesday afternoon, I drove our Buick across town.

The odometer read one hundred ninety thousand miles.

The steering wheel shook a little whenever I hit forty miles an hour.

We had been nursing the engine along for three years.

Every spare dollar we had was supposed to go toward buying the farm.

I passed the grain elevator and turned onto the industrial road.