Word: straightaways
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...greatest joy without having tried anything else). But if you think experience offers a plurality of joys, if you have interests extending beyond formal education which you have done nothing to satisfy, then be assured: breadth does not equal academic abandon. If, on the other hand, the straightaway path to a graduate or professional degree is the only thing that interests you, then know this: some detours have prettier scenery...
...steered by Joe McKillip, 30, slammed into a soft snow wall as it neared the finish line; McKillip was hospitalized with a dislocated shoulder and lacerated cheek. The day after, a Canadian driver's throat was gashed almost from ear to ear when he cracked up on the straightaway in the stretch...
...Trips flipped off the road last year, killing himself and 15 spectators. No accidents marred this year's race. Blasting his dark-green B.R.M. (for British Racing Motors) into the lead on the very first lap, Hill poured it on for 86 laps, hitting 180 m.p.h. on the straightaway, taking the corners with precision. At the finish, he was 30 seconds ahead of the No. 2 man, the U.S.'s Richie Ginther, in another B.R.M. Hill's average speed for 307 miles: a whistling 123.5 m.p.h...
Racing neck and neck, the yellow car and the red car both managed to scoot across the railway crossing just ahead of a lumbering locomotive. They barreled around a curve and into a straightaway with a traffic light shining green ahead. Just before they reached it, the light winked red, and two trucks that had been waiting at the intersection started across. The red car stopped in time, but the yellow car ran the light and bulleted broadside into one of the trucks...
...Utah's Bonneville Salt Flats, Los Angeles Physician Nathan Ostich, 52, roared down the twelve-mile straightaway in his jet-powered Flying Caduceus racing car for an assault on the world's land speed record (394.2 m.p.h.). He was up to 331 m.p.h. at the three-mile mark when the sleek red-and-chrome car suddenly veered off course. Ostich popped the eight-foot parachute brake; the Flying Caduceus skidded wildly for nearly two miles, snapped off a wheel, hopped briefly into the air and shuddered to a halt. Unhurt, Ostich surveyed the wreckage and growled...