Wooden houses sit so close to the road that our taxi swerves to avoid an opening door.

The taxi swerved sharply around a comer and she leaned against him.

A klaxon beeped fiercely and a taxi swerved to avoid her.

At least three times the taxi swerved into the oncoming lane.

The taxi swerved into the drive and rushed up to the house, to stop with a jolt before the entrance.

A taxi swerved to a stop perilously close to his kneecaps.

Nor will she care that taxis are swerving this way and that trying not to run over me.

The taxi swerved inward and found a parking spot among five or six other vehicles.

Then the taxi started off, suddenly swerved into a second driveway and disappeared.

At once the taxi swerved and drove away, its door automatically sliding shut as it went.