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...least a slightly hard ass should catch you speeding the honest, old-fashioned way: by sitting in a POLICE car and pulling you over when you're driving too fast. Finding creative hiding places behind bridges, billboards and off-ramps is OK. It's part of the speeder's job to watch out for places like that...
...Davison Rockefeller Sr. leaned forward from the back seat of his Lincoln limousine, which had been halted in Matawan, N.J., by Policeman Sproul, to answer the policeman's question. Certainly, replied Mr. Rockefeller, the officer might stand on his running board and his chauffeur ("Phillips") might overtake a speeder the officer desired to apprehend. Mr. Rockefeller sank back again into the cushions, peered out at a mile of landscape which slipped by in about one, minute, watched the officer hand their quarry a summons, handed the officer five new dimes...
Away from the track, Lewis remains obsessed by speed. He once drove his sleek black Audi 5000 from Houston to Fort Worth at speeds approaching 125 m.p.h. "I can't stand someone in front of me on the track," says the speeder, "and I can't stand someone in front of me on the freeway." Compactly muscular at 6 ft. 2 in. and 175 lbs., Lewis now competes for the Santa Monica Track Club, since he was declared scholastically ineligible at Houston last year. But he is finishing his degree in broadcasting and, on the side, restoring...
There are dazzling, dizzying chases by flying speeder bikes through dense groves of giant redwood trees and eventually another full-blown space battle, as the ships of the Rebel Alliance try to destroy the Death Star. Is Luke seduced by the dark side of the Force? Does he kill his father? Do the rebels win? Don't ask, but one clue may be allowed. Says Harrison Ford, with some dismay: "George has a predisposition for happy endings...
...speeder-bike chases through the redwoods were an example. To give the illusion of speed, a cameraman walked through a forest near Crescent City, Calif, while the camera strapped to his chest ran film at one-thirtieth its normal speed. When that film was put into a projector at regular speed, the cameraman's stroll became a hair-raising 150-m.p.h. race between the experienced storm troopers and the amateur rebels...