The taxi slowed as it neared the Maribar, to let another cab swing in front of it.

The taxi shuddered and slowed, bathed in the glow.

The taxi slowed and turned precisely to match Hammerfest's lock.

The taxi slowed, almost to a stop.

The taxi slowed in heavy traffic, and the breeze stopped.

She had the taxi slow down and she got out to pursue him, deciding that it might be jolly good fun to follow her beloved Perks.

The taxi slowed down, turning a comer into a quiet San Telmo street.

She was conscious of the fact that the Citroen was slowing, and her own taxi was also slowing.

The bright yellow taxi slowed to a crawl and several passengers hopped on board.

The taxi slowed down, it was no more than twenty paces from them.