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...Driver was a first-year student at Waikato University in Hamilton. He also worked in the Pak N' Save grocery store in town as a stock clerk. This morning he woke up late and wanted to have a quick surf in Raglan before work--his afternoon shift began in three hours. But he said he might blow off his job if the waves in Manu Bay were massive. To squeeze in surfs, he and his mates would sometimes drive the length of SH23 six times in the same...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: POSTCARD FROM NEW ZEALAND | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

From the backseat of the Freeway I thought of Kid Driver--would he get back to Hamilton this afternoon and get to his job? I would. Maybe the surf on Manu Bay would keep him in Raglan and he'd blow off Pak N' Save for the set of waves that he'd come looking for. I hoped...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: POSTCARD FROM NEW ZEALAND | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

...carefully crafting our stories about the allegations of drug use against Armstrong--unfounded, it seems. I had to be in Bordeaux--a city three hours away--by morning, so I filed my story about 10, packed quickly and took a taxi to Bordeaux. By 2 a.m. the taxi driver and I were engaged in a fascinating discussion about drugs and the effect they had on cycling...

Author: By Jenny E. Heller, | Title: POSTCARD FROM SOMEWHERE IN SOUTHERN FRANCE | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

...only inches from my hopeful digit. A hundred feet down the road, the vehicle lost speed and, with a jerk, spun around with a decisive U-turn. The car accelerated toward me and came to a halt in the unpaved parking lot. I jogged over to the driver's window and asked, "Raglan?" The kid driver with hair in his eyes gave a nod and said, "Sweet...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: To Raglan and Back | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

...opened the door, stepped into a mound of McDonald's garbage and then wedged the rest of my body into the car, up against the surfboard which ran diagonally through the interior. Kid Driver's precious board travelled in a silver cushioned bag. (He later told me the surfboard cost more than the car itself.) Once I managed to close the door, he hit the gas and we pulled onto the pavement, Dukes of Hazzard style, with a plume of dirt behind us. I fastened my seatbeat...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: To Raglan and Back | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

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