Word: lancia
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...himself time for second thoughts requires split-second scheduling, and Anhalt has taken to dictating to himself into a tiny microphone clipped onto the lapel of his jacket and picked up by a transistorized tape recorder at his side as he tears along the superhighways in his cream-colored Lancia. The process has caused Anhalt to crack up three cars in the past two years. But the price is cheap. For Hollywood's busy scriptwriter, just another tax deduction...
...John F. Kennedy. The U.S. has smoothly shifted its support away from Christian Democratic right-wingers who would like to close the apertura, now favors Fanfani's coalition. One group of Fanfani supporters is dubbed the "Kennediani," and the Premier, dashing about the countryside ki a black Lancia, repeatedly recalls for townsfolk his recent visit to Washington as evidence of Italy's high standing with the U.S. For campaign purposes even Fanfani's Socialist allies have been warming to the U.S. Asked a Socialist speaker, confident of an affirmative answer from a crowd in Bologna...
...racket of screaming engines echoes deafeningly off cliffs and building walls. The accidents are spectacular. One year a driver ended up with his radiator embedded in the ticket office of Monte Carlo's railroad station, and in 1955 Italy's great Alberto Ascari drove his Lancia over the sea wall into the Mediterranean...
...loves orchids and sables, pilots a fast Lancia. She writhes with impatience at official occasions when her position restrains her from doing the twist. Asked her opinion of France's then Premier Michel Debré after the Ivory Coast's Independence Day Ball, Thérèse allowed that "He's nice," but added that "he doesn't cha cha half as well" as another statesman at the party. Frenchmen, who call her the Ivory One and see her as the forerunner of a new, Europe-influenced African woman, delight in her exuberant, ultrafeminine...
...shapely brunette in sausage-tight skirt stepped from the shadows to the curb as the small Fiat pulled up. "Good evening," she chirped to the leering youth behind the wheel. "Want to come with me?" Just then a cream-colored Lancia sedan eased alongside the Fiat, horn beeping and headlights flicking on and off. Two well-dressed, well-groomed girls smiled invitingly at the young man. "Hello there, want to go for a ride?'' crooned one, ignoring the streetwalker. "Then follow us." The Fiat roared after the Lancia, and the streetwalker retreated snarling to the shadows...