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...officer discovered that two tires on the police cruiser were slashed at Peabody Terrace...
Across the lane from the wall, a crater in the black-tar road marked the spot where the bomb exploded. Within 30 ft. were the twisted carcasses of at least seven cars--alHakim's white Toyota Land Cruiser among them--most mangled beyond recognition and still ablaze. In the market across from the shrine, the blast reduced several shops to mounds of rubble. Street vendors' stalls that had been laden with dried fruits and nuts were incinerated, their contents sprayed across the area. The few people who ran toward the bomb site were showered by a hail of pistachios...
...courtyard with his entourage, and the journalists outside the compound dispersed. His mood change seemed suspicious, so I decided to spend the night in my car, parked within the compound. About 15 minutes later Mam Rostam swept back in followed by a gleaming Mercedes, a Land Cruiser and another luxury vehicle, each accompanied by 10 to 15 bodyguards. The Patriotic Union of Kurdistan's top brass-and the Kirkuk governor in exile-were assembling for a council of war. The yard was soon crammed with excited, jostling, heavily armed men talking loudly about the need to get to Kirkuk fast...
Wendy, 35, a free-lance editor, and a fellow tagger, Alex, scout a neighborhood of well-kept brownstones for half an hour before they choose their first target: a deep green Toyota Land Cruiser (estimated city m.p.g.: 13). Alex, 39, an avid cyclist and musician, peers up and down the street before peeling off the protective paper and slapping the Toyota's bumper with a sticker that proclaims, "I'm Changing the Climate! Ask Me How!" and gives the website address of Changing the Climate changingtheclimate.com) based in San Francisco. The group has sold 40,000 of the stickers...
...feel bad for my black '97 Toyota Land Cruiser. All it ever wanted to do was serve me--by blasting through snowdrifts, fording flooded driveways and pulling my wife's VW out of ditches--and in all these chores, it has succeeded splendidly, yet certain people hate it. They hate its kind. They accuse my Toyota and its beefy brethren of being wasteful, anti-social, dangerous and even of abetting terrorism. I'd like to think that the critics' hostility, like other forms of bigotry, stems from ignorance--because they simply don't know my vehicle or the rugged Montana...