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...garage drove over a new bus while passengers waited or walked home in the rain. And one snowy January night. Freeman skidded and smashed the bus into a parked car. But there were no problems. "Harvard's insured up to the teeth with these things," he says, patting the dashboard...
...long, though before be regrets his decision. The radio begins to lade and Freeman fiddles with the broken knobs on the dashboard. I always forget that 30 has the bum radio, he says. The radio is an important part of the job. The steady beat of WBOS or WBCN relieves the tedium and makes driving almost automatic. When I'm driving in heavy traffic I listen to classical music because it get's really tense behind the wheel." Freeman says I'm from California where the people are a lot more laid back. When you drive around here at rush...
...cocaine was secreted in a car. Arrington, Hetrick's gofer, drove the C.I. and Scotti to the Van Nuys Airport in the San Fernando Valley. Arrington parked the car and went off to get the drug-loaded auto. He soon arrived in a Chevrolet Caprice. He reached under the dashboard, flipped a switch?and the back of the rear seat flipped forward. "Go ahead, take a look," Arrington told Scotti. The agent found a number of large brown packages wrapped in masking tape. He pierced one with a car key, sampled the white powder?and signaled agents who had been...
...highway and took the very first exit for a good Texas load of gasoline and enough French fries to feed the family next door for a week. Liz was a bit nervous about the last left turn before the airport, since she's too short to see over the dashboard of the Chevy. The parking lot was filled with cars, and there were no taxis. Everyone in Texas drives...
...lights, the Texans are more efficient, using four-way stop signs, one of which I hadn't noticed because I was worrying about the motor stalling My right foot braked; there was a crunch of metal against metal and a thud when my left arm hit the dashboard. What would my father think? What about the lady in the other car? What about the Oranges...