Word: valbuena
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Sidar the Reckless. Mexico City bands blared out all the patriotic welcomes they knew. Mexico's burly little President Emilio Fortes Gil beamed on his grandstand in Valbuena Field. Ambassador Dwight Whitney Morrow, at his left, smiled gravely. The populace screamed: "Viva . . . viva Sidar . . . viva Sidar el loco" [The crazy, reckless]. All this last week as Col. Pablo Sidar, 30, Mexico's "first" flyer since the death of Capt. Emilio Carranza (TIME, July 23, 1928), returned to Mexico City from a flight around South and Central America and Cuba. President Portes Gil pinned Mexico's first medal "For Aeronautic Merit...
...reporters at Valbuena Field, Mexico City, knew that a colossal story was coming their way-in fact, well nigh into their laps. They could see it clearly in the air, for there was the Travel-Air cabin monoplane City of Wichita, in which could only be Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh and his fiancee, Anne Spencer Morrow. It was apparent, from the gestures of the figure at the cabin window and from the naked axle on the right-hand side of the landing gear, that the Colonel had lost a wheel. It was a story with a hundred possible endings...
Cotter Pin. The cause of the accident was narrowed down to a cotter pin, which one of the mechanics at Valbuena Field had forgotten to replace after greasing the landing wheels that morning. The wheel, Col. Lindbergh said, fell off after a stop for luncheon...
Mexico City. It is just before dawn. People have gathered from the shadows of the night at Valbuena Field; more people than gathered at Roosevelt Field when Charles Augustus Lindbergh flew for Paris; more than gathered at Le Bourget, Paris, when he flew for London, via Brussels...
...intrepid American flyer brought his Spirit of St. Louis down on Valbuena Field at 2.39. . . . He had covered more than 2,000 miles in 27 hours, 15 minutes . . . from the crowd delirious shouts of joy . . . motorcycle police rushed toward the spot . . . Lindbergh was lifted upon the shoulders of his new Mexican admirers and placed into an automobile which began a slow trip to the Presidential stand. . . . The American hero seemed tired when he marched up to the President, but he was smiling happily. Speaking through an interpreter, President Calles assured him of Mexico's delight. . . . The greeting not entirely...