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Chen's host had told her they would take a bike ride after she arrived. Knowing her sponsor had graduated a few years back, Chen figured she would be able to handle the exertion. But soon she was huffing and puffing as Lourie took her on a tour of D.C. by bike...

Author: By Victoria C. Hallett, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: BREAKING into the BELTWAY | 4/9/1999 | See Source »

...Wilbur's abiding dream of building a full-size flying machine that inspired their work. For many years, he once said, he had been "afflicted with the belief that flight is possible." The reality of that obsession was a lonely quest for the brothers in the workroom behind their bike shop, plotting to defy gravity and conquer the wind. Yet that obsessive kind of world-changing belief is a force that drives you to solve a problem, to find the breakthrough--a force that drives you to bet everything on a fragile wing or a new idea...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Aviators: THE WRIGHT BROTHERS | 3/29/1999 | See Source »

Nobody eats breakfast in the Quad. That's not anything surprising, since nobody anywhere in college eats breakfast. I, too, skip the dining hall, throw my backpack on, and run out to the bike rack. It's 10:05 a.m. Class starts in two minutes-a quick calculation tells me I'll be three minutes, thirty-four seconds late to my Harvard Hall lecture. The closest bike rack is full, I end up being five minutes late exactly...

Author: By Allison M. Fitzgerald, A SCRUTINY | Title: LIVING ON THE EDGE | 3/25/1999 | See Source »

After my second class, I walk outside and try to figure out where I left my bike. Two laps around the Yard later, I spy it on the obscure rack hidden by a bush...

Author: By Allison M. Fitzgerald, A SCRUTINY | Title: LIVING ON THE EDGE | 3/25/1999 | See Source »

...Office, where I'll have to come back in three hours for work. Get back to the Quad at 2:30 p.m. I'm exhausted, shoulders sore from my backpack. I remember that I forgot to turn in my Philosophy paper while I was in the Yard. Sonofa b$%@#! Bike back to Emerson (in the rain) and chuck the soggy mess into TF's mailbox...

Author: By Allison M. Fitzgerald, A SCRUTINY | Title: LIVING ON THE EDGE | 3/25/1999 | See Source »

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