Twisting lines jammed nose to tail showed where drivers had weaved as far as they could before being brought to a halt.

The drivers weaved in and out of traffic with the skill of cabmen.

As his own driver skillfully wove their way along, slowly extricating them from the congestion and noise, Spock allowed himself a stranger's prerogative of glancing about.

Lane-changing is highly aggressive: drivers weave their cars in and out of openings hardly bigger than parking spaces.

A driver may weave only once, even to break a tow.

Besides, getting there is half the fun if you go by taxi: Those Cairene drivers weave in and out of traffic, never signaling, leaning on their horns.

Stressed-out drivers weave in and out of lanes.

The driver again weaved through the deserted streets of the capital, back toward the hotel.

A driver, usually young and male and going well over the speed limit, weaves in and out of traffic, causing other drivers to tremble in terror.

The driver wove skillfully around pedestrians, buses, cars.