Word: slipstreamer
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...Petty, now 59, watches as his son Richard, 35, helps load one of their gleaming, newly handcrafted Dodges onto a trailer truck at their 60-acre Level Cross spread. Richard is heading for a Grand National race in North Wilkesboro, N.C. Following in his father's slipstream, he is a fireballing folk hero, the center of attention at the North Wilkesboro track. Inevitably, doting fans who have driven their pickup trucks and campers hundreds of miles to see Petty race, ask him which of his many records−750 victories over 15 years, $1,411,788 in prize money...
Smack at 165 m.p.h. On the 127th lap, the two cars snarled full bore around the west turn, with Panch "drafting" Lorenzen, tucked into his slipstream only inches behind. "I had just about 6 ft. between me and the wall," Lorenzen said later. "All of a sudden, we ran into hard rain; Panch started around me on the outside, and we really connected. My right front fender smacked the wall. Then my right rear smacked the wall and straightened me out. Good thing too. I was doing about 165 m.p.h...
...Slipstream. Three months later, the nuns tried phoning. Would the company make the records now? Philips gave in, and Sister Luc-Gabrielle arrived with a new guitar and a chorus of four, habited in black and white. During recording sessions, Sister Luc-Gabrielle made little nunnish jokes to ease the strain, and at lunchtime all five sisters would repair to a nearby monastery for prayer and refreshment...
When Philips executives heard the recorded songs, they flipped. The songs of Sister Luc-Gabrielle were light, melodic, and as gently pleasing as the sounds of a country evening. Instead of the few pressings requested, Philips turned out thousands, sent them out into the commercial slipstream as the album of "Soeur Sourire" (Sister Smile). Almost instantly, Soeur Sourire became a byword throughout Belgium, The Netherlands, France, Spain, Canada, Switzerland and Germany...
...slipstream knifing through the battered B-47 cockpit was bitterly convincing. Obie's agony as he tried to open his eyes against the blinding force was painfully evident. And if old airmen winced when the flight control officer yammered and yelled into the tower microphone, broke in on the G.C.A. operator in hammy confusion, the G.C.A. operator himself was superbly true to life. Calm, careful, his every tone reassuring and reliable, he was just the man to bring a pilot home.* The true Lieut. Obenauf was surely willing to overlook the utterly silly last lines that the show...