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...passing lane, so to speak. But near the end of the race, Gordon sensed his moment and pulled a spectacular stunt, diving down off a banked turn to the apron of the track to limbo around two other cars. He won with Dale Earnhardt as close to his bumper as a license plate. Gordon says he drives without fear and that there is a point in every race when "desire overrides everything, and if you really want it badly, special things happen...
...further from the truth. The presidential scandal has merely served to separate those who understand feminism from those who would turn it into a mindless and meaningless hysteria. Feminism has not, does not and will never claim that all women are automatically right. Feminism is, as the popular bumper sticker proclaims, "the radical notion that women are people." Feminism suggests that a woman's place in life is determined by each individual woman...
...immediately transformed into ruthless road warriors once stationed in our respective bumper cars. No one else in the venue, save a lone 12-year-old, showed much interest in rebounding off walls and wildly zipping around in figure-eights. The action centered around the massive video arcade that was abuzz with clicking triggers and virtual race car engines. Joanna and I decided to put our slalom talents to the test as we hopped on two pairs of stationary skis. She ruthlessly tore up the alpine slopes while I tumbled down a good third of the mountain, breaking every last phalange...
...myriad options. The bars swarmed with Good Time regulars watching a Celtics game, while alternate screens aired less popular figure-skating championships. Good Time's "Las Vegas night" drew a large gray-haired contingent, honing in on their poker prowess and amassing piles of plastic chips. The bumper cars immediately caught our eyes; we navigated toward the rink, through a tattooed cluster of Metallica Tee shirts and crotch-length skirts...
...immediately transformed into ruthless road warriors once stationed in our respective bumper cars. No one else in the venue, save a lone 12-year-old, showed much interest in rebounding off walls and wildly zipping around in figure-eights. The action centered around the massive video arcade that was abuzz with clicking triggers and virtual race car engines. Joanna and I decided to put our slalom talents to the test as we hopped on two pairs of stationary skis. She ruthlessly tore up the alpine slopes while I tumbled down a good third of the mountain, breaking every last phalange...