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...Kohoutek has more moisture than most comets, for this tint suggests concentrations of hydrogen and oxygen, the two components of water. In other respects, Kohoutek's twin tails-one composed of dust particles, the other of glowing gases -seem to be developing normally. As the comet began its hairpin turn round the sun, the dust tail blown by the slight pressure of sunlight continued to trail behind. But the plasma tail, interacting with the solar wind, moved out in front...
...wail of mud is thrown into the air, small rocks pelt the spectators, and the rear becomes deafening as the cyclists rocket pest the crowd. Going into a hairpin turn one rider doesn't quite make it and goes careening off the embankment and through the bales of hay. Racing on, the rest of the pack is confronted with a jump that causes them to land in a mudhole. There's another curve, but this time it's filled with sand, and the 40 racers begin to string out because there's only room for six of them to ride...
...even if its 60 entries included only two factory teams, the cherry red cars of Ferrari and the blood red cars of Alfa-Romeo, they provided more than a diverting show. Bouncing around the bumpy track's 5.2-mile course, with its twelve S's, hair-raising hairpin and assorted other curves, only 27 of the entries managed to finish. Mechanical mishaps took the biggest toll. Peter Revson, driving one of the four Alfa-Romeo Spyders, was eliminated for flourishing a finger obscenely at a track official who had chastised him for illegally passing another car under...
...Vice President's ancestral village lies eight hours away from Athens over a narrow, bumpy country road. It sits in the sunshine on the western slopes of the Greek division of Peloponnesus, six hairpin curves above the ink blue Ionian Sea, an immaculate whitewash of stucco structures with red tile roofs...
...road had been hairpin turns through foggy mountains for the past 20 miles. All at once there was the sign: Boonville, pop. 1,003. Sure enough, there were some shacks along the road. No lights anywhere except the eerie blue glow of a television coming from one window. We stopped there, and after a minute one of the oldest men alive appeared. Stooped, toothless mouth indented, wearing glasses with handmade brass temples that could have been a hundred years old, he looked happy to have someone to talk to. We asked him about a place to stay. He looked surprised...