Word: racer
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Berlitz recites the familiar roll call of the triangle's victims-ranging from large ships like the 425-ft. freighter Marine Sulphur Queen, which disappeared off the Dry Tortugas in 1963, to small yachts, like the ocean racer Revonoc, which vanished off Florida in 1967. He also makes much of the famous "lost patrol" incident in December 1945, when five Navy torpedo bombers on a training flight, as well as a flying boat sent out to search for them, seemed to vanish into thin air. Heightening the sense of mystery, Berlitz cites reports of strangely spinning compasses and unexplained...
...bird, he informs on a local schoolmaster who is a Resistance leader. Now, Lucien finds, he is suddenly and eminently acceptable to the pro-German Vichy regime's police. One of the collaborating cops, in fact, is a childhood hero of Lucien's, a champion bicycle racer. If the German side is good enough for such an idol, then it is good enough...
...aged about 18, stepped into the boys' path, brandished a stick at John and said, "Get the hell off the bike." When John did not respond quickly enough, the thief knocked him to the ground, grabbed his tennis racket and sped off on his $145 ten-speed Bianchi racer. Secret Service men, who are charged with John's protection until his 16th birthday, were red-faced. Apparently John had passed up a ride in the Secret Service car, jumped on his bicycle and headed off on a path where the car could not follow. A New York City...
...store? I offered to take my car, but Kenny said naw, we'd go on the motorcycle. He handed me a Bell crash helmet with a wraparound visor and we went out behind the trailer. "I came within a gnat's ass of bein' a road racer a while back," said Kenny. "But you begin to look at things a little different when you got a wife and kid to support...
Then Kenny ducked into a full racer's crouch and the hurricane struck me again. With some difficulty, much like swimming a few inches back to a levee against a flood, I managed to bury the bottom of my visor against Kenny's bowed back. Barns, fences, houses, cows, trailers, bridges, gardens, signs, dogs and clotheslines flew back. A calm center within me, which had long ago abandoned the idea of bailing out, began to consider two things. One, how far would we roll if a crash occurred. And two, how fast we were going, which would explain the number...