Word: straightaways
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Confident now, Nash turned on the speed. Plunging straight down the chute, he ripped into the 180° Horseshoe Corner, swung high on its sheer wall, then dropped surely down to the narrow, slotted straightaway to pick up extra speed. His time for the run: a course record, 1 min. 16.94 sec. But Nash was not through. On his last run he sliced another .03 sec. off his own record...
...breeders insist that hounds are even easier to handicap than horses. For one thing, there is no jockey to worry about. Greyhounds reach speeds up to 40 m.p.h. on the straightaway. They compete without regard to sex, and the winningest dog of all time was a little brindled bitch named Indy Ann, who racked up 137 victories in the mid-1950s. Buying a hound is somewhat cheaper than buying a race horse (promising pups sell for $1,000 up), and far less chancy: unlike the ponies, greyhounds breed so true that handlers can predict the habits of a pup with...
...Ferrari snarled down the straightaway past the finish line, coasted through a slowdown lap, and eased into the pits. What's this? wondered Driver John Surtees when mechanics swarmed round, hugging, kissing, pounding him on the back. Then they began chanting "Campione del mondo! Campione del mondo!" and Surtees finally got the message. "Oh," he said...
...that put an end to the races in 1949-after famed Racer Bill Odom piled into a Cleveland apartment house, killing himself and two other people. Practicing at Reno last week, Miro Slovak, a Czech who fled West in 1952 and now flies for Continental Airlines, screamed down the straightaway at 400 m.p.h.-square into a badly marked 13,000-volt power line. Sparks showered over Slovak's Bearcat; one wing was gouged, but miraculously Slovak kept control. With extraordinary efficiency, the power company restrung the wire overnight. Next day-boing!-another pilot knocked it down...
...rolled around, and now even the gods were angry: a buffeting 40-m.p.h. wind whipped across the desert. Neither Miro Slovak nor Bob Love seemed to notice; both had won their second heats, and this one had $5,000 riding on it. Wingtip to wingtip they howled down the straightaway at less than 25-ft. altitude, stood shuddering on one wing in vertical, 7-G turns around the pylons. On the back stretch of the second lap, Slovak had the lead. Then they disappeared into a dust cloud. When they blasted through, Love was in front. Averaging 388.81 m.p.h...