The car lay nose down, steam rising from the front, the back wheels still turning.

One car lay on its side, another rested against the tunnel wall, headlights pointed in the wrong direction.

The car lay on its back, nose-first in about three feet of water.

A car is laying on the side, completely burnt out.

He knew in which direction his car lay and he headed for it.

His car lay hidden near a road at the bottom of the hill.

In the glare of the arc-lights my car lay beside the coach.

The other car lay on its back like a dead beetle.

This car could lay rubber for two hundred feet.

As the car lay on its side, the first thing the driver said was, "Are the storyboards all right?"