In the first Cars film, the biggest rube in Radiator Springs hitched himself to famous race car Lightning McQueen and never let go. The rusty tow truck Mater was desperate to be friends in a semistalkery way
On the night of March 8 Yasser Makram was on his way home from work, his pick-up truck full of garbage as he turned up the winding dirt road on the edge of Egypt’s capital, to approach his home in the crowded Cairo slum known popularly as Garbage City. As he inched around a curve, he saw a swarm of people running towards the truck in his rearview mirror.
The little town of Calipatria , a cluster of small stores and business buildings surrounded by the truck farms of California's broiling Imperial Valley, has always had one claim to fame: it is located 184 ft. below sea level, and fondly calls itself “the lowest-down city in the Western Hemisphere.” Last week Calipatria got a raise in stature, if not elevation, as it demonstrated how far the Imperial Valley has come since the old daysand Pearl Harbor dayswhen inflamed feelings against Japanese settlers brought persecution and bloodshed.Among the oldtime Japanese residents of the valley were Takeo Harry Momita and his wife Shizuko Helen, who operated a series of little drugstores from 1927 until 1942 when theyalong with 110,000 West Coast Japanese and their American-born youngsterswere herded into Army relocation camps for the duration
Part 1 of TIME’s Return to Baghdad series.
One by one, they cracked. One European journalist abandoned his fuel-empty rental car in Fukushima, panicking at the prospect of staying a minute longer in the capital of the prefecture where the damaged Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant was leaking radiation into the air
Ashley Nicole Valdes was a smart, pretty 11-year-old girl who often cared for her younger, mentally disabled sister while their single mother studied to be a paramedic. In January, while crossing the street to get to her home west of Miami, Ashley was struck and killed by a hit-and-run driver in a pickup truck and became a heart-wrenching symbol of South Florida’s notoriously reckless car culture.
The incessant banging on the door finally roused Ted Jackson from a deep sleep. He hustled out of bed and rushed to the door
Making a living as an architect has never been an easy proposition. Very expensive schooling is generally followed by years of laboring under another architect for slave wages all in the hopes that, one day, a devastatingly rich patron will fund the building of their dreams.
Joe Wasilewski drives along a narrow stretch of road through Florida’s Everglades. The sun is setting, night is coming on quickly, and Wasilewski is on the prowl for snakes — and one snake in particular. “The next 10 miles seem to be the hot spot for Burmese pythons,” he said