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Word: handlebars (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Handlebar Hedonists, to whom Ragbrai is a week-long holiday on spokes, a beer-guzzling and mate-catching challenge. On both scores, they seemed to make out quite well...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Living: The Iowa Bikeathon | 8/14/1978 | See Source »

...morning a handlebar car was ready, too small a target for the Japanese artillery on the north bank of the Yellow River to shoot at. And thus, bundled in a soldier's padded robe, seated in the cold wind on an open pump-car, I traveled 30 miles that day as if I were a general reviewing his troops. But I was reviewing a famine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Special Section: In Search of History | 7/3/1978 | See Source »

...energy-saving advantage that Rösrath has over Hinsdale is that the German suburb, unlike the American, has conveniently located shopping areas. An everyday sight is a housewife pedaling her bicycle home from the supermarket, straining to see over the top of grocery bags stuffed into the handlebar basket. Rösrath teen-agers can get where they have to go on bicycles or mopeds-bikes powered by a small, auxiliary motor that can cover 200 miles or so on a gallon of gas. There is no compulsion for adults to go into Cologne in search of entertainment. Rosrath...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: A TALE OF TWO SUBURBS: NEAR CHICAGO... AND OUTSIDE COLOGNE | 5/2/1977 | See Source »

Fingers had arrived on the scene in the fifth inning--a bit early for him. Manager Alvin Dark usually likes to wait until the seventh or so before summoning the man with the handlebar moustache. But the way the Red Sox were spraying base hits around this classic, old ballyard, Dark felt obliged to go with his best relief arm early...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Red Sox Dump Oakland, 6-3, Lead in Playoff Series, 2-0 | 10/6/1975 | See Source »

...beers. On the way home he just nodded out at 60 or 70 mph and woke up as his bike hit the loose gravel at the side of the road. "I bailed out," said Kenny, "so the bike wouldn't fall on my leg, but held onto the handlebar so the bike wouldn't roll back on me while we were both spinning around. It's sort of good to know it happened when I was so fucked up that I didn't know what I was doing. Riding around drunk. Cause I would hate to make a mistake...

Author: By Timothy Carlson, | Title: A Midnight Rider and the Flyin' Florida Omelet | 4/22/1974 | See Source »

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