Everyone there complained about having to walk miles to get anywhere.

Ten miles should get you well clear of the blast, but get under cover.

Two hundred miles from New Washington he worked up an argument with the top driver and got himself fired.

You guys have to sneak around and drive thirty miles, hoping you're not followed, to get to your planes.

You'd have to travel a hundred miles to get around that swamp, what with rivers and other obstacles.

Three years away, all those miles, and now he couldn't get in.

"A lot of people, they're looking to go the extra miles to get more with their dollar."

A mile further on and we get the big picture.

A Martian has only to go a few miles to get a crowd on the run.

Amateurs have to travel miles to get a glimpse of good skies.