From Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson:
"The Deliverator's car has enough potential energy packed into its batteries to fire a pound of bacon into the Asteroid Belt... When the Deliverator puts the hammer down, shit happens... The Deliverator is in touch with the road, starts like a bad day, stops on a peseta."
"As he scrunches to a stop, the electromechanical hatch on the flank of his car is already opening to reveal his empty pizza slots, the door clicking and folding back in on itself like the wing of a beetle. The slots are waiting. Waiting for hot pizza."
"The Deliverator's car has enough potential energy packed into its batteries to fire a pound of bacon into the Asteroid Belt... When the Deliverator puts the hammer down, shit happens... The Deliverator is in touch with the road, starts like a bad day, stops on a peseta."
"As he scrunches to a stop, the electromechanical hatch on the flank of his car is already opening to reveal his empty pizza slots, the door clicking and folding back in on itself like the wing of a beetle. The slots are waiting. Waiting for hot pizza."