Word: wheels
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...camera is another matter. Dark and vivacious, she is in perpetual motion, hands gesticulating, expressions changing like neon signs. Her conversation is a Catherine wheel of intelligent, breathlessly unfinished sentences about a dozen topics from Watergate to cat breeding to the weaknesses in the Stanislavsky method of acting. She will not, however, go on talk shows: "I'm not into glamour. I don't want to sit there like a box of cornflakes...
Last year, according to the papers, Lenzlinger bought a Cadillac, fitted it out with false diplomatic plates, hired a "dignified old lady in her 70s" to be a passenger and put one of his men behind the wheel in a chauffeur's uniform...
...Over the past three months Tom Terrific has won five of nine tournaments, including the British and Canadian Opens. During that string he never finished lower than fifth, has averaged an extraordinary 68.8 strokes per round and has amassed $200,210 in prize money. "I know the wheel's going to fall off one day," he keeps saying. But still he keeps rolling. After two rounds in last week's P.G.A. Championship, Weiskopf was tied for third only two strokes behind the leaders. With no end in sight, there is some conjecture that Weiskopf...
...talk. Ashe is 30 now, and he is waiting to play his semifinal against Graebner. He has played Graebner maybe 100 times - they grew up together. They've got 11 years more experience behind them than Connors or Stockton, and they have played a whole history on the revolving wheel that Connors and Stockton have just begun to ride. Ashe looks distant, self-absorbed, steeling himself to concentration. After fifteen years he faces another match with another bout of pre-game nerves. He is called, jumps up skittishly and disappears. Then Graebner, big and bull-boned, saunters in and sinks...
Scorning the required crash helmet, his black flight suit unzippered to show his chest hair, Lacet gunned around the field with the kind of revved-up machismo that seems a prerequisite for autobol. When the ball got pinned between two cars, he would wheel off to the far end of the field and then come roaring back at full speed until the opposing driver backed off the ball. If he did not retreat, mechanics armed with sledgehammers were called in to disentangle the wreckage and, if necessary, provide substitute cars...