Word: speeding
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Speed is the principle pleasure of The Compleat Works of Wllm. Shkspre. (Abridged), showing through August 8 at the Hasty Pudding Theatre. From the beginning, the play's trio of actors (Erik Amblad, Will Burke and Adam "Waka" Green) plainly state their mission--to present all of Shakespeare's plays--and take off like horses from a starting gate. They begin with a comparably lengthy rendition of Romeo and Juliet, continue with truncated versions of the Tragedies, and, with time running short, condense the Comedies into a skit in double time, and further distill the Histories into a few symbolic...
What makes the Saratoga such a handful is its speed. With a velocity that can exceed 200 m.p.h., it's a good 50% faster than many simpler planes. At that kind of clip, things can go wrong in a hurry. According to some reports, radar briefly picked up Kennedy's plane at 2,200 ft. and then, just 12 seconds later, at 1,300 ft., meaning it was plunging toward the water at 4,500 ft. per minute. "I would consider that out of control," says Alan Leiwant, a professional pilot who frequently uses Essex Airport...
...lone 19-year-old complete with pearls, high hells and a computer wandering deserted dirt roads, goading taxis to speed beyond the traditionally-slow pace of the region to catch cyclists for a quick word before they pedal off and striding purposefully into small French bars full of old burly men drunk on the dark red wine of the region to demand the name of the closest hotel...
...where he dropped me off, in front of a golf course parking lot. I extended my thumb. After several false alarms from arriving golfers, a red hatchback running at full throttle flew by me, only inches from my hopeful digit. A hundred feet down the road, the vehicle lost speed and, with a jerk, spun around with a decisive U-turn. The car accelerated toward me and came to a halt in the unpaved parking lot. I jogged over to the driver's window and asked, "Raglan?" The kid driver with hair in his eyes gave a nod and said...
...lone 19-year-old complete with pearls, high heels and a computer wandering deserted dirt roads, goading taxis to speed beyond the traditionally-slow pace of the region to catch cyclists for a quick word before they pedal off and striding purposefully into small, French bars full of old, burly men drunk on the dark red wine of the region to demand the name of the closest hotel...