Word: wheel
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...first day, Jerry Rodman's front wheel collapsed when he was pedaling at 25 miles an hour. On the second, the crowd watched a dentist line up his tools beside the track, extract a wisdom tooth from Heinz Vopel. On the third, sturdy-legged Franco Georgetti, trying to make a comeback before his retirement, withdrew from the event when he was 19 laps behind...
During a "hot jam," Frenchman Emile Ignat, who was being relieved by his partner, Frenchman Emile Diot, gave Diot such an enthusiastic starting push that Diot's wheel wobbled and Ignat ran into it, spilling them both. It was the six-day bicycle race at Madison Square Garden in Manhattan, around an O-shaped pine-board track, with 15 teams of two men each dressed in bright jerseys, pedaling in relays on bicycles that cost $100, weigh 19 Ib. After 146 hours, three teams had circled the track 24,997 times and the winners had to be decided...
...professor beside a machine that seems a cross between an airplane cockpit and the driver's seat of an automobile. "You have come for a test?" he asks. "I don't know," I reply. Without more encouragement he ushers me to the seat and bids me grasp the wheel. "When you see the red light, apply the brakes as fast as you can." The red light flashes on the board above me, and quickly I press the brake pedal. "How was that!" I exult. "Terrible! It took you one second. Your car would have gone 88 feet before the brakes...
...Nightmares half the night from sampling B---'s wretched cheese. In one dream I am driving with my love when, as I turn to caress her cheek, a tree looms up and smashes us hard. My love into thin air, and I, dazed, behind the wheel. The car falls apart, and I find myself stretched upon the ground. Some one rolls me over and says I am dead, which I want to deny but can't. So I think I must be dead too. An ambulance whisks my body to the morgue, where I am laid on a cold slab...
...Saturday morning two years ago, a Packard roadster with the top down started from San Mateo, Calif, for a weekend trip to Aptos. At the car's wheel was its owner, big, blond Clifford Pierson ("Biff") Hoffman, a star Stanford foot baller ten years ago, now a San Francisco broker. Beside him sat his guest, pert, black-eyed Mrs. Audrey McCann. In the rumble were their spouses-John Mc Cann, of San Francisco's McCann Furniture Co. family, and Claire Hoffman, daughter of San Francisco's famed banker Amadeo Giannini...