The road was swinging around the base of a long, low hill now.

The road swung to the right; then left again, to a jutting point that hung above the river.

The road swung within seventy-five yards of the beach here.

The road swung away into the west, below the high mountains.

We continued north up Route 101 for about twenty more miles, and the road swung back to the coast.

The road soon swings right and continues to lose height.

The road swung right, and I started to leave the highway behind.

We stopped at a gap in the hedge as the road swung round to the left.

The road swung right; she felt the change in grade as it dipped.

Now the road swung west, along the line of the range, and west again, as they climbed higher into the hills.