Word: mudding
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...that at every four-way stop, someone in a fuel-efficient compact is sneering at my moral deficiencies. I might as well be wearing a scarlet letter (three of them, actually). I want to scream, "But I live on a dirt road! I have a farm! See all the mud on my fenders! I need this...
...possible to hike entirely alone?without a guide or a porter?but it's a false economy. Kamal was a font of knowledge about local culture and the unique flora and fauna I would have otherwise overlooked. He showed me how to crack open a type of mud-color river stone to reveal ancient fossils. He also pointed out ragged scars on the mountain flanks caused by landslides that not only destroy villages but take out trekking parties as well. Altitude sickness is another potential killer. I chafed at Kamal's exhortations to go slower, but soon came to heed...
...central London spend a third of their journeys at a standstill.) Rebellion has already taken hold in some corners. Newspapers and websites have shared suggestions for dodging the charge: from high-tech devices that blur the number plate at the flick of a switch to cruder tactics like rubbing mud all over the tag. Motorists Against Detection, which claims to have destroyed hundreds of speed cameras throughout the U.K., plans to torch, spray-paint and run over the congestion-fee cameras, too. "We've clearly paid for these roads already," says a member of the group, who declines...
...beyond it are the massing ranks of the invasion force. As he peers into the distance in the midday haze, vegetable farmer Shadat Dafeh Hamed mumbles, "I can't see them, but I know they are there." Hamed, 70, lives closer to the enemy than any other Iraqi. His mud-and-concrete house is scarcely 500 yards from the ridge; his village, Khardeh (pop. 280), adjoins the border post of Safwan, where Iraq signed the cease-fire agreement to end the Gulf War. Hamed is head of a family of 32, including two wives, 11 sons and 12 grandchildren...
...ironic bent, the cardboard boat and the puppets and the dragon would have seemed bedraggled, pathetic—but on New Year’s Eve, under streetlights blurred by a scrim of drizzle, their innocence made them seem vulnerable, like the first blades of grass to pierce the mud in early spring...