Word: carly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...whole idea is to do the extraordinary in an unusual fashion in an unlikely place," Kwon said. He plans to give away a new car and $100 bills to guests who win at the gambling tables...
...last classes before vacation might as well have been starters' pistols. Our clutches engaged and Namo and I opened our throttles. Bags were packed, a care was rented. I found a party in Connecticut Friday night. Saturday Namo arrived from Cambridge with a big blue boat of a rented car. We got unlimited mileage in the rental deal, and we had collision insurance, too. Namo grinned when he told me. The people at the rental agency would not have liked his grin. Saturday night we spent driving in a storm, moving south at 75 miles per hour on Interstate...
...like high school kids, and the hotels, bars and discos keep both groups signing travelers' checks fast enough to cause writer's cramp. Where status is measured by the darkness of one's tan, the cut of one's clothes, and the flash of one's car. Where the wide-eyed seek true romance, the native seek experience, and the jaded seek an easy lay. Where everyone wears a swimsuit during the day but nobody spends much time in the water. The smell of coconut oil on the beach almost equals the smell of salt spray; the taste of beer...
...country; a Burger King is a Burger King is a Burger King. But the city's strip is perhaps the ultimate cruise in America in late March--rivalled only by Daytona Beach to the north. Everyone puts up his coolest front, wears his hippest clothes, drivers his meanest car. And they do it by the thousands, all along a one-mile stretch. The reason for the hubbub is simple; one Ohio State sophomore put it rather bluntly: "Hot nights, hot cars, hot women and cold beer." High aspirations, these...
...better placebo for our restlessness. Driving on an interstate for more than 24 hours broke down our notions of distance and days. Over such a long distance we could not think of destinations or of schedules, only of driving. Traveling up the East Coast at night in a rented car at 70 miles per hour became a state of being--the hum of the tires, the turning of the passengers asleep in the back seat, the constant mirror check for state police, the dashboard light casting eerie shadows across the driver's face, the A.M. radio pulling in music from...