Although we took our eight bogies along to Whitstable at 60 m.p.h., and made a clean start from there, after Herne Bay the engine primed badly on Blacksole Bank and nearly stopped before we got over the top. Then we ran like the wind across the marshes with half-regulator, 30 per cent cut-off, and the engine blowing off.
2006, Bridgette Z. Savage, Fly Like the Wind, →ISBN:
How she would fly like the wind, up that road in front of the house, and away.
1889, Charles Haddon Spurgeon, The Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit[1]:
The Spirit Of God is like the wind. Note well that his operation is unexpected. The wind bloweth where it listeth, so that thou knowest not what wind to expect.