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With the spectators behind us, Walker skirts a dozen disabled vehicles before hitting a rugged series of parallel flash-flood ravines. Beyond the windshield, the horizon pitches erratically. Suddenly a blue two-seater racer materializes inside the amber cloud of dust enveloping us. Like a mechanical mantis, it springs from gully to boulder until Evans grows impatient and swerves to bump it aside. Evans laughs: "From here on out I'm running my own race...
...Smashed Windshield. Some violence has gone unreported. The only incident involving police gunfire during Louisville's first tense week of busing was ignored by the Louisville press. Indeed, before school started the Louisville media had adopted a set of voluntary guidelines which were designed to prevent an exacerbation of tension. The violence occurred when Frank Prell, 34, a modestly prosperous white contractor, was stopped by state troopers in riot gear as he headed across town in his 1969 pickup to visit his mother. Without explanation, they began beating on his fenders with their nightsticks and smashed his windshield. After...
...salvage those parts. The connection between all the cars piled in the yards in the alley and the personal injury and property damage that resulted from the traffic accidents involving these cars is often difficult to make. But, on some of the manged cars, cryptic yellow markings on the windshield tell the tragic story: "4-19-75. Head...
Fred and I drive in about 200 mile shifts. The road yawns in the windshield; the radio whips about the driver's seat. Pegging the van at a straight 65 mph cramps the calf muscles of my legs on the accelerator, so every hour I shift legs and sit cross-ways to the road. When tired I flay my head out against the air til blond rams my ears and road light blend into National Geographic nightscapes. Cultivating this weariness. I drive...
...bike rack. Thick, greasy and matted, the hair on the skull sticks out like a crown's wig. Twisted slightly down and to the right, the head leers out before us as we drive back to West, blowing long streamers of iridescent bubbles into the Big Sky Country, our windshield catching chunks of rotting flesh and hair...