The car bucked as he hit the brakes hard.

THE fleeing cars were bucking traffic on the one-way street.

The car bucked forward a few feet and died.

The car bucked once, then a second time, as the long, heavy train fought against gravity.

The car bucked, empty casings rattled down by my feet and I saw troops diving for cover.

I stepped harder on the gas pedal and the car bucked savagely.

The car bucked forward as if kicked from behind, the front end lowering, the wheels spinning for purchase and finding none.

The little car bucked wildly twice before it lurched forward through the intersection.

The car bucked, and for an instant his eyes flicked down toward the dash.

Then, cautiously, feeling a throb of fright every time the car bucked in the wind, she went on.