trucks oor Kornies
trucks
en
Plural form of truck.
Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies
kertow
Geskatte vertalings
Vertoon algoritmies gegenereerde vertalings
Prenteboek
voorbeelde
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railway truck
Yma dhedha mab.langbot langbot
lorry, truck; kertysenn cart
Megi difennys!langbot langbot
THE FIRST LECTURE ‘For the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, ...’ That old patriotic anthem from World War Two rolled about in my head as I sat in a cell beside my brother. I even started to sing it but David glared at me – he never did like to hear me singing. (Nobody does!) So, just as I had heard, there were foreign troops on the way to reinforce the local effort. What this meant, of course, was that the ‘war’ against the zombie menace was by no means over. And, if you thought about it, that was no surprise. As I had speculated at the time of the battle at Melbourne University, a primary area of 400,000 square kilometres had been taken over by the zombies – and outbreaks were occurring all the time beyond that zone. So, despite the fact that thousands of zombies had been machine-gunned and napalmed at the university, there were hundreds of thousands of them still roaming the countryside – and they, in their turn, were still actively ‘conscripting’ yet more to the cause (whatever that might be). And, as a result, David and I were to be used to show these fresh-faced doughboys what a zombie looked like. I was to be the ‘before’ image and David was to be the ‘after’ – like in one of those old comic-book advertisements for body-building equipment. Was I ‘Skinny John’? Would I have sand kicked in my face? Probably not. I guessed we had been taken to Puckapunyal, the largest army base in Victoria. It was in Central Victoria, two or three hours by army truck from Castlemaine. So, the interminable journey in the paddy wagon fitted with that geography (once corrected for time distortion due to blindfolding.) If my guess on our location were correct – and this would be a logical place to train foreign soldiers in Australian conditions, away from the primary zone of infection – that was good news. Once again, my cadet training would come in handy.
Yma’n howl ow splanna.langbot langbot
truck driver
Herwydh my yth yw tybyans da.langbot langbot
dumping truck
Yma marth dhyn.langbot langbot
tow truck
Ny grysav yn Duw.langbot langbot
pickup trucks
Ow hothman a’m gweresas.langbot langbot
truck
Ny allav y weles.langbot langbot
pickup trucks
Ny vynnav vy neuvya.langbot langbot
trucks
Yma dhymm kath ha ki.langbot langbot
train truck
Ny gonvedhav hemma.langbot langbot
cattle truck
Peswar bloodh warn ugens yw ev.langbot langbot
Once again, I battled with the gears of the vehicle: Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Paul helpfully assisted the process by asking: “Are you sure you can drive this thing?” (and other questions in that vein.) Thanks, Paul. In any event, I eventually found a gear that was low enough to allow the truck to move off with a lurch. “Now, that’s a fine gear,” I observed as we cruised along at 4 or 5 mph. “I think we should stick with that one, don’t you?” Paul and David huffed in contempt – as one – but made no verbal reply. That was a little bit disturbing. After all, Paul hadn’t fully recovered from his bite as yet. Oh well, Paul would soon be at the Baillieu – and no longer my problem. We exited College Crescent and entered Royal Parade, heading South. I needed to find the entrance on the West side of campus which would take me neatly to the front of the Baillieu. (This route is no longer possible – too many new buildings on campus.) I did, of course, have plenty of time to keep a look-out but was conscious of the fact that we were travelling, in effect, in the service lane of Royal Parade. The width of the service lane was quite tight and I was hemmed in on both sides by rows of mature elm trees. (Very pretty, of course, but a real problem when trying to manoeuvre a large truck.) I spotted the entrance – eventually – and applied the brake very gingerly. I didn’t want to stall the bugger after all this – and I couldn’t actually remember how to re-start one if the engine stopped. I didn’t share this fact with my passengers, deciding that they wouldn’t be much interested in my ignorance on this point. Left turn. Side swipe the trunk of a very large tree. (Crunch!) Drive over the top of the gate-keeper’s booth. (Loud metallic, crumpling sound.) Smash through boom gate. (Snap!) “Fuck!” screamed my gay friends in unison. “Hmm,” I said. “Yes, that did go well, didn’t it?” “Are we there yet, Dad?” said Paul in a weak and quavering voice.
Ni a wre triga omma.langbot langbot
truck
Honn yw ow skol.langbot langbot
truck
Res vydh dhis dos omma.langbot langbot
tipper truck
Hemm yw ow broder.langbot langbot
truce n. astel cas m. -yow cas; astel trydn m. -yow trydn; or treaty ambos cres m. -ow cres; dedhewadow cres m. -yow cres truck n. lorry trunkcarr m., pl. trunkkyrry, trunkkerry d for freight wagons
Ny yll'ta y wul.langbot langbot
train truck
Yw da genes choklet?langbot langbot
pick-up trucks
Yth esen vy ow redya lyver.langbot langbot
cattle truck
Yma ow kul glaw.langbot langbot
railway truck
Ple’ma ow harr-tan?langbot langbot
My stomach's hooked on a ten tonne truck
Noth o an baban.langbot langbot
pickup truck
Ple'ma ev?langbot langbot
lorry, truck; kertysenn cart
Yma dhodho seyth mab.langbot langbot
cattle truck
Yma ow kul glaw.langbot langbot
87 sinne gevind in 5 ms. Hulle kom uit baie bronne en word nie nagegaan nie.