A Quote by Andrew S. Tanenbaum

Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station wagon full of tapes hurtling down the highway. — © Andrew S. Tanenbaum
Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station wagon full of tapes hurtling down the highway.
Once school let out every year, my siblings and I would get packed into a station wagon to drive to South Carolina to see my grandparents for summer vacation. If school let out on Friday, we were probably in the station wagon no later than Sunday morning, and we would make stops along the way.
Why did Mitt Romney strap his dog to the roof of his car? Could it be because his station wagon was full of wives?
I used to write letters to the wounded in the Palace Hotel, and I used to drive a station wagon with blood in bottles to a battalion aid station.
Or in the early days we didn't have the bus, we had a station wagon.
AT&T is interested in anything that drives more bandwidth requirements, and Apple TV drives significant bandwidth, and the iPhone drives significant bandwidth, and so I think it's a very logical fit.
I'm a stubborn guy that loses his temper, sometimes driving the station wagon in the wrong direction for hours and hours and never admitting that he's gone the wrong way.
My first car was a '56 Ford station wagon - cost 100 bucks.
I grew up with the white picket fence. My dad went to work nine to five, and he had a station wagon.
You can never underestimate the amount of energy and frequency you must give to vision casting. You can never underestimate it.
The early '20s were like the waist of an hourglass. Lots of things were hurtling toward it and squeezing through it and then hurtling out the other side.
Five people in a Volkswagen station wagon without equipment. Now we tour with six people in a van.
Women are like cars: we all want a Ferrari, sometimes want a pickup truck, and end up with a station wagon.
Never underestimate a man's ability to underestimate a woman.
Never underestimate their intelligence, always underestimate their knowledge.
I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.' 'Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.
The fearsome blessing of that hard time continues to work itself out in my life in the same way we're told the universe is still hurtling through outer space under the impact of the great cosmic explosion.... I think grace sometimes explodes into our lives like that-sending our pain, terror, astonishment hurtling through inner space until by grace they become Orion, Cassiopeia, Polaris to give us our bearings, to bring us into something like full being at last.
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