Without a wheel or ski to communicate with the surface, the driver has to start turns earlier and to swing wider since the craft can slide.

Gersen was hoisted into the hold; the craft slid off and away through the Krokinole night.

The shuddering accomplished one thing: The craft slid sideways to a more manageable angle.

The colored fins crowded in as the craft slid through the bog.

Nevertheless, he issued a sigh of relief when the operating system engaged and the craft slid into the water.

With a grinding roar, the craft slid backwards and out into space again.

Over a volume light-months wide, countless craft slid silently across the sky.

A second craft slid into the lock behind.

Each craft settled with skill to the ice, landing on their runners and sliding to a stop a few yards away.

The small craft slid forward reluctantly, and they heaved again, but this time it stuck fast in the wet sand.