Diesely

As the car drew closer the sound of the engine became a deep diesely rumble and I realised that it wasn't a car at all – it was a truck.

He throttles down, and the engines' roar quiets to a diesely growl.

Yes, it sounds a bit coarse and diesely when you fire it up, but thereafter, it's sewing-machine smooth, nicely zingy and almost unbelievably economical.

My apartment, and the garden, are just a block away from the busy intersection of Bathurst and Dupont, with its diesely bus lanes and truck traffic, but, barring an emergency-vehicle siren or an atypical outbreak of energy from the body-shop workers across the alley, the garden is calm, even meditative.

Let me tell you, under twenty feet of diesely mud-water, the flowing robes of the Order of St. Benedict don't flow — and rosaries on a belt can get tangled up to beat hell in corkscrewy windscreen wipers.

Coll swung his big leather bag onto the diesely floor beside the driver's seat.

It feels and smells dankish and diesely.