Word: windshield
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Dates: during 1980-1980
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...offending car is stripped of its license plates on the spot. A cracked brake light, a worn-out windshield wiper, a dented bumper-any of these can take a car off the road. Plates can be, and often are, lost because a car is dirty...
There is the matter of theft. Auto parts are so scarce that the wise driver removes such tempting features as windshield wipers and side-view mirrors whenever he parks on the street. Even when the Soviet motorist leaves his car in the shop he must take care, for his auto may be stripped of items needed to repair other cars. A favorite Soviet axiom: "Your car comes out of the shop with fewer parts than it went in with...
Only one shot was heard by witnesses. Motel Guest Patrick Gillespie of Chicago thought an M-80 grenade had exploded. "It rose me right up out of my bed," he said. Mrs. Coleman described the noise as a "thud which sounded like a stone hitting the windshield." This may have been the sound of Jordan slumping against the car. "Help me, I've been shot!" he cried. When she saw him wounded and bleeding, she dashed inside the motel and asked the desk clerk to summon police and an ambulance. Then she called her lawyer...
Other pictures are more emphatically striking: a large color photograph by Paul Souza, shot through a tilting windshield, containing a snaking road, dark cliffs and, above the foreshortened yellow strip of the car's hood, an exultant view of sunstruck clouds--a kind of visual trumpet blast. Essentially the same compositional strategy, and the same dramatic clarity, are on view in a black-and-white photograph of an industrial wasteland by Roswell Angier: in the foreground, framed by a windshield and side-window, we see the blurred silhouette of a rearview mirror, a woman's blanketed back, a squinting Indian...
...windy cliffs under a full moon. Look at the moonbow, said Sammy, counting the colors. I wish we had a tape recorder, said Rick, shivering in the silence. Grotesque elephant rocks lumbered into view. Sammy looked at the road, the dotted center line, but the shadows crept across the windshield. I don't want to sleep, said Rick. Tough, said Sammy. They fought...