Word: cars
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...years since Daimler invented the internal combustion engine and adapted it to personalized transportation back in 1887, there has been no essential change in automobile design. People still use twice as much space on the road as the car requires, because today's operator cannot see how much room he needs . . . [He] skids off the road in his front-end-heavy blunderbus and involuntarily kills and maims more than a million people inside or outside the car...
This unbalance makes it necessary that every passenger car built today requires . . . straight line stops ... or the car will skid out of control . . . When it comes to curves which slow a car without the use of brakes, the same principle applies, and you are liable to go off the road and land wrapped round a tree or in the ditch. Unavoidable deceleration of a car on a curve with weight out in front results in many fatal accidents...
...night, the smugglers' boats crept into the mangrove-fringed inlets of Florida's Keys, their running lights doused, their engines throttled down to a throaty chuckle. Among the trees a car waited, ready to whisk the refugees northward through Miami. The smugglers' boats are mostly goletas-small, dirty fishing smacks and schooners used in the coconut and banana trade. Often, the goleta will rendezvous with a faster U.S. boat for the run to the Florida coast. Masters of bigger boats prefer to land their cargoes further up the coast, as far north as Norfolk, to elude...
Norway recognized this hard fact. And her sympathies remained unbudgeably with the West. Back in Halvard Lange's Oslo, Nils Evensen, 34-year-old cabbie, pointed to his new streamlined Studebaker taxi and said: "If I had to wait for a Russian car, I'd be jobless all my life...
...outskirts of Paris one day in 1946, Reeves Lewenthal, a wide-awake young U.S. art dealer, stopped his car, got out and ruefully inspected a flat tire. It was a blowout all right and he had no spare. Then, as Lewenthal retells it, he made for a shadowy little bistro, telephoned a garage and ordered a bite to eat. A few age-stained canvases were hung about the walls. One even had a hole in it. Lewenthal flicked on his cigarette lighter and looked more closely at the grimy thing. He almost jumped out of his skin...