#car & driver

[kundst]

Tamara de Lempicka (Pol 1898-1980)

Autoportrait/selfportrait in a green Bugatti (1928)

Oil on canvas (35 x 27 cm)

[aamysworld]

Wang Yibo truly is a unique Artist. No one is like him.

He can do it all. Literally everything is possible with him.

@gaywatch he is now in a new documentary where he goes exploring everything and he also recently started being a professional car driver ( besides being also a professional motorcycle racer)

[alho-cebola]

Go!

[yonodriver]

[carchalakk]

Why You Should Hire a Personal Car Driver in Dwarka, Delhi

Hiring a personal car driver in a busy city like Dwarka, Delhi, can make your life easier in many ways. Whether you're a working professional, a business owner, or someone who enjoys stress-free travel, having a dedicated driver can offer several benefits. In this blog, we will explore why hiring a personal car driver is a smart choice and how CarChalak can help you find the right driver for your needs.

1. Stress-Free Commute

Driving in a city like Delhi can be stressful due to heavy traffic, narrow streets, and constant honking. A personal car driver takes this stress off your shoulders, allowing you to relax or focus on other tasks while they navigate the roads. You won’t have to worry about the frustration of rush-hour traffic anymore.

2. More Time for Yourself

By hiring a driver, you free up your time to do other things. You can use this time to check emails, make phone calls, read, or even catch up on some rest. Whether you're heading to work or returning home after a long day, having a personal driver gives you the flexibility to make better use of your time.

3. Safer Driving Experience

Experienced personal drivers are familiar with the best routes and traffic conditions in Dwarka and across Delhi. They are skilled in handling all kinds of driving situations, making sure you reach your destination safely. With CarChalak, you get reliable drivers who have been thoroughly verified for your safety and comfort.

4. No Parking Hassles

Finding parking in Dwarka or other busy areas in Delhi can be a huge hassle. With a personal car driver, you don’t have to worry about parking spots. Your driver will drop you off at your destination and find a suitable place to park, saving you time and effort.

5. Flexibility in Travel Plans

Whether you need a driver for a few hours, a day, or on a regular basis, a personal car driver gives you the flexibility to plan your travel as per your schedule. You can have the peace of mind that you have someone available whenever you need to get somewhere.

6. Cost-Effective Option

Hiring a personal car driver in Dwarka may seem like a luxury, but it can actually be a cost-effective solution. When you consider the time saved, reduced stress, and the convenience of not worrying about driving, the cost is worth it. Plus, CarChalak offers affordable rates, ensuring you get the best service without breaking the bank.

7. Professional and Polite Drivers

With CarChalak, you can expect professional, well-trained, and polite drivers. Our drivers are experienced, know the local roads, and maintain a high level of professionalism. Whether you're commuting to work, attending meetings, or simply running errands, you’ll enjoy a comfortable ride with our skilled drivers.

8. Perfect for Special Occasions

Hiring a personal car driver can also be a great option for special occasions like weddings, family gatherings, or business meetings. You can focus on enjoying the event without worrying about driving or parking.

9. Reliable Service with CarChalak

At CarChalak, we understand the importance of a reliable driver. That’s why we ensure our drivers are punctual, dependable, and well-trained. We provide services tailored to meet your needs, whether it's for a few hours or an entire day. You can trust CarChalak to offer the best personal car driver services in Dwarka, Delhi.

Conclusion

Hiring a personal car driver in Dwarka, Delhi, is a practical solution for a stress-free, comfortable, and flexible travel experience. Whether you need a driver for your daily commute or special events, CarChalak is here to provide you with experienced, reliable, and professional drivers who can make your journey easier.

[diesunddas5]

[azmemedaddy]

[mugentakeda]

I feel like modern au zuko can drive, is very good at it, has his license, and will get you where you need to go but like. with very dangerous efficiency. he drives like Evel Knievel. he drives like a bat out of hell. he whips the wheel hard as fuck and you will see Jesus even if the drive is from your house to the corner store. his car is used and like 10 years old but she is strong and loyal just like her master and wont break down for anything. she'll tear over anything in her path. zuko has given iroh so many mini heart attacks while driving him around (<- because iroh does NOT have his license). worst of all is that zuko does NOT talk or road rage ever when he drives he's DEAD SILENT and simply blasts the radio. and its always either terrifying Chinese opera or crazy shit like Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

[squidsmeister]

dungeon meshi is my favorite road-trip comedy film

[carchalak1]

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Why choose a driver service in Jaipur?

Jaipur, often known as the Pink City, is renowned for its magnificent palaces, imposing forts, and extensive cultural history. For first-time tourists in particular, navigating the city’s busy streets and traffic might be stressful. Here are a few convincing justifications to take into account when hiring a driver service:

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The information in this post will help you choose the most affordable driving service in Jaipur so you can go about this beautiful city without spending too much money. We’ll learn how to locate driver services that are reasonably priced while still taking advantage of the comfort, convenience, and local knowledge that a qualified driver can provide. Read on to learn how to make your trip to Jaipur both memorable and cost-effective, regardless of whether you’re on a strict budget or simply searching for clever ways to save money on transportation.

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[violent138]

When the Robins were too young to convincingly pass as drivers, they'd always insist that Bruce drive them to school or anyplace they were running late to, because Bruce's extensive illegal racing experience meant they were guaranteed to make it there on time. Or even early sometimes.

[formulanni]

The Safety Car as The Tower:

The Tower is commonly interpreted as meaning danger, crisis, destruction, and liberation. It is associated with sudden unforseen change.

@st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[yonodriver]

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[gfguren]

pro hero!bakugou x fem!reader | fluff, suggestive, husband!katsuki, katsuki implied as being taller than reader, implied age (~late 20's, early 30s~), light-hearted bickering, an excuse to write more domestic!kats, 1.8k | cw: cursing, suggestive

-your husband comes home late, soaking wet and a little bit handsy-

Katsuki is late; you hope traffic isn't too bad. Outside your window the sky is overcast, steely shades of grey over a slate canvas. The roads are dyed an inky charcoal, pooling at the surface where rain drip-drip-pours in endless streams.

You've taken up residence in the foyer, between the linen closet at the end of the hall, and the umbrella Katsuki left by the front door this morning. The very same one you reminded him to take with him at breakfast, and twice again before he left in the evening. If you loved him a little bit less, he might listen to you one day.

But you do—love him—right down to his bad habits and stubborn disposition.

So you wait for him the same way you have for years; perched at the breakfast nook in the corner with a warm cup of tea and a paperback that's been gathering dust for half-a-year now at least. The bar table is worn at the edges, legs wobble if you lean too far forward—frankly, you should have gotten rid of it years ago—but it was the first belonging that wasn't yours, or Katsuki's, but ours; a piece you thrifted when you were both still twenty-something and broke.

The years have changed a lot—our table, our bed, our house, our life. Your Katsuki.

—His wife.

The band around your finger is white gold; it clinks when you put the mug to your lips. Honey, ginger. Sweet. Rain hits the window and falls; two trails meet at the middle, and stick to each other like glue. Katsuki would laugh if he found you right now, smiling into your tea like a lovestruck fool.

You let the ceramic rest, turn to page thirty-or-something of a book that you totally-intend-to-finish. An hour passes before you hear the telltale rumble of an engine.

You spot his headlights first, misty pools of sunlight spilling onto the pavement when he pulls into the driveway. It's well past midnight now; Katsuki is a shadow against the porchlight, long strides and a hand over his crown. You have half a mind to bring the umbrella to him, but he's quicker, ascends the four steps to the veranda in two big leaps; you barely register the rustle of keys before he's stepping into the house, pooling rainwater at the welcome mat.

He's soaked at the shoulders, a grumble in his throat when he kneels to unlace his shoes—black leather, designer and sharp, same as the suit jacket around his shoulders. Tailored to fit him just right.

Katsuki's always been handsome, even as a hero in training renting hand-me-down suits from the little mom-and-pop shop down the street. But it really strikes you just how beautiful he is when you look at him now, dressed to the nines. All the years of hard work paying off in more ways than one.

You go a little fuzzy when he lifts his head to catch you staring; red eyes kindling the air and making it hard to breathe. He's the spitting image of a number two hero, just returned from a long night at some fancy-pants gala; sometimes you forget that's exactly what he is. Even more dumbfounded that, somehow, he's yours.

"I know," he grumbles, moving his shoes to the cabinet and meticulously hanging his jacket over the chair to dry. He briefly eyes the umbrella. "I f'rgot, kay?"

So have you, suddenly.

There's a pause and—"I didn't say anything."

He meets you at the table, one hand at the surface and the other at the knot of his tie. "Y've got that look."

You tip you chin to glare at him playfully. "And what 'look' is that, Bakugou Katsuki?"

"Like y'r about t'chew me up." He pulls the fabric strip from around his neck in one fell swoop, pops the first button of his dress shirt with his thumb. Your eyes fall for only a moment—barely a second—but Katsuki grins with the self-awareness of a man who's known you half his life. "Or about t'jump my bones, hah?"

He looks entirely impish in his revelation, ego flaring to rest in his cheeks; you have half a mind to nip at them like candy floss, instead you reach for the cuffs of his button-up, tidy the sleeves one fold over the other until the rainwater and well-kept muscles catch at the seams. You feign a sigh when his stare becomes too insistent to ignore, hand falling to rest at the peaks of his knuckles. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah." A spark of firelight flashes in his eyes, deep carmine and coy; teasing him was so much easier a decade ago. "I'd let'cha."

You roll your eyes. "You're so unsexy, y'know that?"

"Hah," he barks with all the disbelief in the world. "What? Want me t'do that dirty talkin' shit instead? Jump y'r bones right here at the table? D'n think she'll hold up, baby."

He lets a fraction of his weight fall against the corner and the old wood immediately cries out, splintering oak and creaking hinges and the real, immediate threat that the poor thing might actually collapse at your feet.

You spring up defensively. "Katsuki!"

A once neatly-folded towel tumbles from your lap to land at your toes. His gaze falls; grin widens.

"Said y're gonna make me 'deal with it' next time I forgot the stinkin' umbrella, didn't'cha?" His fingers pinch the fat of your cheeks teasingly. "Love me that much, hah?" Your eyes narrow, fingers dive with intent for the space beneath his ribcage. He's quicker, wraps five fingers around your wrist and pulls you in with a hand at the back of your neck. He breathes, warm against the top of your head—"Missed y'tonight."

You hum against his chest, damp fabric sticking to your cheeks, flush and warm with surprise. You can count the number of times he's been this blunt with his affection on one hand; at least twice being in the presence of an empty champagne glass, or five. "Did you drink?" He gruffs at that—the only indication that he heard you at all. "Katsuki?"

"Come with me next time."

You tilt your chin, brow creasing. His head dips at the sight of the first wrinkle, the way it always does when he's trying to change the subject, or sweeten you up, or get his way in any way, really—a habit you must have taught him because you let him get away with it every single time. It's probably why he looks so offended when you pull back suddenly with a click of your tongue.

"That's not an answer."

"Not a drop," he finally says—huffs—with an almost boyish scowl.

You find yourself stifling a laugh, hand over mouth, and he glares, even as you step away to rustle through the linen closet. His eyes are red hot, brow downturned, downright grumpy, only cooling to a simmer when you're toe to toe once more, fresh towel in hand and lightly waving him down to your level. His spine bows, head dips until you're massaging the soft cotton through his hair; you would have had to fight him on this once—years ago—before time weathered his sharp edges, doused the wildfire raging in his heart until he became the man he is now—irritable, arrogant, stubborn, still, but willing—to make amends for who he was before, to extend a hand where he's able, to let you offer him one in return.

"Chose this one on purpose, didn't'cha?" Katsuki's voice is lukewarm, a tepid grumble at the back of his throat, an almost purr when you dip your fingertips against his nape.

"No idea what you're talking about."—but you do. The towel in question, he means, is from the left side of the closet, your side, all soft cotton and fluff; the same ones he refuses to use, for those very same reasons. "Said they 'd'n dry a damn thing' but-" you drape the supposed 'overrated, overpriced pile'a'fluff' around his shoulders to ruffle his bangs, more wily than usual, and barely damp. "Would y'look at that?"

He snorts, hand falling to the small of your back. "Don't get smart."

"Or what?" you keen up at him, at the balls of your feet, tip toes and still barely nose to nose; they bump once on accident, and twice on purpose. "Huh?"

Warm, exasperated breath fans across your cheeks. "Tryna start somethin' t'night, are ya?"

You bat your lashes, head tilting and fingers splaying across the 'v' of his neckline. "Me? Start something?" Your grin betrays your facade. "And what if I am?"

He pulls you in at the waist, holds you steady with one, strong arm, warm lips at your jaw and low, deep voice in your ear. "Better be ready t'finish it, then."

His right hand comes to rest at the back of your thigh, teases the skin right where your skirt ends; gooseflesh blooms all the way up your spine and you shiver. "Who's jumping bones now, huh?" you bark—yap, like a scaredy-pup with it's tail between it's legs—bite lost somewhere between the callouses on Katuski's fingertips and the press of his hips against your own.

You straighten your shoulders to get a good look at the ego washing over his face like miles of trumpet vine. All consuming, a force to be reckoned with. And devastatingly pretty.

"That'd be me, pretty lady," he says, all kinds of smug and annoying.

You hold him with your stare for an entire second—two, just so you can get a real good look at his stupid, handsome face—and then you're pulling him in by the collar, wrinkling the shirt he'll spend too much on dry-cleaning tomorrow. Not that he seems to mind when your tongue meets his, honey mingling with the mint on his breath and making his head swim, all but forgotten when a hand comes to rest at your waist, heated fingertips beneath your sweater, licking softly at your skin.

He walks you back 'til your thighs hit the table—(it rocks, precariously); one of your hands fall against the surface, the other to his heart that thump-thump-jumps when thunder rumbles through the house, and stills. You smile, soft against his lips, thumb tracing the precipice of his collarbone until your fingers can curl around his spine. The next kiss against his mouth is featherlight, barely there; you sigh, contentedly—"I love you."

Katsuki goes a little hazy, eyes the color of early Autumn; the blazing summer sun reduced to a tealight candle, flickering in the palms of your hands. "Yeah," he chokes. And you know just what he means.

You kiss him then, once more, a little more playful this time; mischievous and coy with a cheeky, "—even though you're totally unsexy."

"So help me, y/n, I will howitzer this table."

[thearchercore]

"we don't have a mini drs as an upgrade" oh he has no respect for that illegal mclaren he's so funny