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Well, his hair is blond. His eyes are blue. He could be standing next to an SUV with a surfboard and a smile, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and baggy shorts. Yes, he looks Californian. Very Californian. He's both. That is the beauty of his success. Of all the stories that will be spun from now until the end of the Sydney Games, his is one of the oldest and best success-story stories: the immigrant who has come to a new land and worked hard and overcome obstacles and found exactly what he hoped to find. The American dream...
...This week, two great white sharks were filmed systematically hunting down an unlucky surfer in South Africa. In the film, courtesy of a watching tourist, one of the sharks is actually seen riding a wave as he moves in to take a huge chomp of the guy's surfboard. But what really confounded the scientists was the other great white seen zeroing in for the kill from the other side. Unbelievably, the surfer survived to tell the story. Apparently great whites do not like the taste of surfboards...
...France and North Africa.) And he took special pleasure in pointing out the collection's more unusual artifacts: the Superfly fur coat and alligator-skin platform shoes donned by an agent for a 1970s undercover sting; an unlucky drug lord's diamond-handled revolver; a hollowed-out, lime-green surfboard used to smuggle drugs off the coast of Florida. And there's much more...
...opened the door, stepped into a mound of McDonald's garbage and then wedged the rest of my body into the car, up against the surfboard which ran diagonally through the interior. Kid Driver's precious board traveled in a silver cushioned bag. (He later told me the surfboard cost more than the car itself.) Once I managed to close the door, he hit the gas and we pulled onto the pavement, Dukes of Hazard style, with a plume of dirt behind us. I fastened my seatbeat...
...opened the door, stepped into a mound of McDonald's garbage and then wedged the rest of my body into the car, up against the surfboard which ran diagonally through the interior. Kid Driver's precious board travelled in a silver cushioned bag. (He later told me the surfboard cost more than the car itself.) Once I managed to close the door, he hit the gas and we pulled onto the pavement, Dukes of Hazzard style, with a plume of dirt behind us. I fastened my seatbeat...