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...weeks after getting my license. Since then, I've crashed into an I-Roc, a Camry and two Jeeps--which is not bad considering that I haven't owned a car in eight years. So when I was offered an opportunity to drive Grave Digger, the most famous monster truck in monster truckdom, I felt qualified...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

...still drives it whenever his shoulder is attached to his body. He told me he had started out "mudboggin' and tug-o-warrin'" four-wheel drives. I didn't understand most of what Dennis said. After sitting down for a brief conversation, he told me my monster-truck name should be Powder Puff Boy. Then he punched me in the knee...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

Dennis set up two Chevy Caprices side by side for me to crush and started up Grave Digger. It made a noise that sounded a lot like middle-ear damage. I considered bailing, but when I asked Dennis if he was the monster-truck champion, he told me he had lost in the finals to Goldberg, a truck sponsored by the professional wrestler. If a truck named Goldberg could win a championship, I figured I could at least crush a couple of cars...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

...again. For some reason, perhaps the noise and fumes, I forgot that I had done all that damage with the engine turned off and decided I had been going too slow. Also, as I was approaching the ramp, I misinterpreted Dennis' signal to slow down for some kind of monster-truck high five and hit the gas instead. I Fonzied five feet over both Caprices, clearing my front wheels by 15 feet. I felt like Bo and Luke, only really scared. When I landed, my head somehow hit the steering wheel and cracked my helmet visor in two, despite...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

...immediately dismounted, staggered in a circle and approached my fans, who had gathered along the fence. Fourteen-year-old Brian Rylander, who was sitting on an ATV and used to own a go-cart monster truck, said he thought I was a professional. I handed him an autograph reading "To Brian: Keep on monstering - Air Joel" that he clearly didn't want...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/13/2001 | See Source »

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