At 11:19 two cars crawled into view and turned into the lot.

Bill kept the car down to a laggard crawl the first few moments, using only one hand to the wheel.

The big car slowed and crawled through the junction at walking pace.

A car crawled toward them, its speed lost in the vastness of the desert.

He stepped ever so softly on the brake, and the car crawled to a stop.

I nodded toward the window, the little courtyard outside, and the cars crawling along the road.

He let his foot off the brake and the car crawled forward down the driveway.

Most cars crawl along at fifteen miles an hour, but the drivers want the potential to be able to do a hundred.

And they walked on, slowly, very close, knowing the car crawled behind.

The car was still crawling forward along the curb.