Word: concorde
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...morning, and a bright full moon was suspended above the center-field flagpole against the black sky, when Carlton Fisk dug in at home to lead off the bottom of the twelfth. When Fisk stroked the ball high toward the Green Monster, the hearts of Red Sox fans from Concord, New Hampshire, to Pawtucket, RhodeIsland, skipped a beat. Was it fair or foul? Ancient Fenway was generous this time: the ball caromed off the foul pole and into fair territory for a home...
...Smart works in a furniture factory and "Stick" Elliott sells junk, but if their callings are prosaic, the men are not. They are fast rollers in the grand Southern tradition of dirt track racing: small-town versions of Rapid Roy. Up to 3,500 fans will converge on the Concord Speedway 15 miles northeast of Charlotte, N.C., on a balmy Saturday evening to watch these two "pedal-to-the-metal" drivers bump fenders as they scream around the track in their blazing fast, gloriously battered stock cars. Stick and Carl are masters of the "power slide," a dirt racing technique...
This thunder road legacy manifests itself after work on Friday when cars begin moving through the dusk toward Concord. Built in 1945, the half-mile dirt track has few amenities. Lighting is dim, spectators sit on concrete ledges. Yet Concord is a shrine. Junior Johnson, Tiny Lund and the illustrious Petty clan (Richard Petty, king of the stockers, won $378,865 last year) began their racing careers here. Spectators expect the local boy they applaud to become tomorrow's NASCAR hero. Says Cabarrus County Sheriffs Deputy Stowe Cobb: "We're all participants because those boys out there...
...Civilized. Concord's races attract a diverse crowd that includes one-gallus retirees, peroxide mountain mamas and lonely textile workers from the nearby Cannon Mills. A crude spectator pecking order exists among fans. Families that applaud Chevrolets won't socialize with friends of the Dodge boys. Mechanic Howard Sussman buys a $4 ticket just to see the power slides. Says he: "My wife can't understand how I can fix cars all week and then spend the weekend watching them race...
...sends his kids out to the private academies; the editors of The Globe, most of whom skipped town as quick as we would if we had the money.' No doubt they also take note that even Coles, their interpreter, if not spokesman, likes his safe, bucolic home in Concord to go home...