Take my whole and I'm the section where you might find some tubas, Remove my fourth and fifth and I'm a thing to hold your boobas.

There isn’t one this year. There wasn’t one last year and there won’t be one next year. But the year before and the year after, certainly. Twenty-four hours added for free, you should jump at an offer like that.

I ripple through space without leaving a trace, arriving unseen from place to place. You hear my passing though I’m never seen what am I moving in between?

Anagram of EVOLVE Without repeating the same letter

I never walk, yet I help you roll, I have no voice, yet I keep control. Through hub and wheel I firmly lie, Letting carts and cars speed by. Silent rod where motion starts What am I that turns the parts?