The battered car wheezed, almost stalled, then unexpectedly revved, and Chyna said gratefully, "Jesus," as it rolled backward onto the pavement.

On the deck below, cars revved engines.

The car revved up and made off.

I'm writing this prose now in a domestic quiet broken only by a blackbird outside my window, and a car starting up and revving.

The car revved slightly and strained against the parking brake.

Willy T. Ribbs' frustrations continued, as his car revved too high, and he broke a valve on his warmup lap.

A car revved again, as though someone were having trouble starting the engine.

The moment I got behind the wheel, it occurred to me that this car revved like flathead Fords of old, like a car unencumbered by pollution controls and power-robbing accessories.

The car somewhere behind him revved again, fell off, revved again, fell off, and then the motor began to shriek.