Daytona Quotes

I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.

Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University in Daytona Beach, Florida, is the most respected, and probably the largest, commercial flight-training school in the nation, I was informed. It’s the Notre Dame of the air.

…I relied on an unpublished report by Jose Fernandez-Partagas, a late-twentieth-century meteorologist who recreated for the National Hurricane Center the tracks of many historical hurricanes, among them the Galveston Hurricane. He was a meticulous researcher given to long hours in the library of the University of Miami, where he died on August 25, 1997, in his favorite couch. He had no money, no family, no friends--only hurricanes. The hurricane center claimed his body, had him cremated, and on August 31, 1998, launched his ashes through the drop-port of a P-3 Orion hurricane hunter into the heart of Hurricane Danielle. His remains entered the atmosphere at 28 N., 74.2 W., about three hundred miles due east of Daytona Beach.

Bone and blood and death before. Bone and blood and death again. See me while you can, my prince, or see never again.

At Liberty, I’ve met hundreds of people whose lives have been made better and more virtuous by their faith. But I’ve also seen a process whereby some reasonable, humble believers are taught to put their religious goals above everything else. This is how you get gentle Christian kids condemning strangers to hell in Daytona Beach, and it’s how you end up with a group of Liberty students sitting around a prayer room talking about the ideological crops that can be reaped from a national tragedy.

All week, we’ve heard pep talks like this one from Scott at last night’s post-Razzle’s debrief: “To me, here’s the motivation to evangelize: If I’m a doctor, and I find the cure for a terminal illness, and if I care about people, I’m going to spread that cure as widely as possible. If I don’t, people are going to die.” Leave the comparison in place for a second. If Scott had indeed found the cure to a terminal illness and if this Daytona mission were a vaccination campaign instead of an evangelism crusade, my group members would be acting with an unusually large portion of mercy—much more, certainly, than their friends who spent the break playing Xbox in their sweatpants. And if you had gone on this immunization trip, giving up your spring break for the greater good, and had found the sick spring breakers unwilling to be vaccinated, what would you do? If a terminally ill man said he was “late for a meeting,” you might let him walk away. But—and I’m really stretching here—if you really believed your syringe held his only hope of survival, and you really cared about him, would you ignore the rules of social propriety and try every convincement method you knew?

Eight Bells: Robert J. Kane ‘55D died June 3, 2017, in Palm Harbor, Florida. He came to MMA by way of Boston College. Bob or “Killer,” as he was affectionately known, was an independent and eccentric soul, enjoying the freedom of life. After a career at sea as an Officer in the U.S. Navy and in the Merchant Marine he retired to an adventurous single life living with his two dogs in a mobile home, which had originally been a “Yellow School Bus.” He loved watching the races at Daytona, Florida, telling stories about his interesting deeds about flying groceries to exotic Caribbean Islands, and misdeeds with mysterious ladies he had known. For years he spent his summers touring Canada and his winters appreciating the more temperate weather at Fort De Soto in St. Petersburg, Florida…. Enjoying life in the shadow of the Sunshine Bridge, Bob had an artistic flare, a positive attitude and a quick sense of humor. Not having a family, few people were aware that he became crippled by a hip replacement operation gone bad at the Bay Pines VA Hospital. His condition became so bad that he could hardly get around, but he remained in good spirits until he suffered a totally debilitating stroke. For the past 6 years Bob spent his time at various Florida Assisted Living Facilities, Nursing Homes and Palliative Care Hospitals. His end came when he finally wound up as a terminal patient at the Hospice Facility in Palm Harbor, Florida. Bob was 86 years old when he passed. He will be missed….

Too many of our state’s native accomplishments are credited elsewhere. First Skynyrd and Alabama, then everyone thinks the Allman Brothers are from Georgia.” “They’re not?” “South Daytona Beach.

A man is an increasingly hard thing to find. We live in a society of boys - twenty-, thirty-, forty-, fifty-, and sixty-year-old boys. Many guys today seem to have the goal of maintaining a junior-high mentality all the way through life. The ultimate in life seems to be to retire, still a boy. I suggest there is virtually no difference between the shuffle board courts of St. Petersburg, Florida, and the parties at Daytona Beach. The proof of my suggestion is that those playing shuffleboard would be at Daytona Beach if they were fifty ears younger. They've not developed into men at all; they've just gotten older.

can’t do better than a Sixty-nine Daytona,” Sal

Meetings need to be less like the endless commercial breaks during a football game, and more like pit stops at the Daytona 500.

Consider the question posed at the beginning of this book’s penultimate chapter: how much do parents really matter? The data have by now made it clear that parents matter a great deal in some regards (most of which have been long determined by the time a child is born) and not at all in others (the ones we obsess about). You can’t blame parents for trying to do something — anything — to help their child succeed, even if it’s something as irrelevant as giving him a high-end first name. But there is also a huge random effect that rains down on even the best parenting efforts. If you are in any way typical, you have known some intelligent and devoted parents whose child went badly off the rails. You may have also known of the opposite instance, where a child succeeds despite his parents’ worst intentions and habits. Recall for a moment the two boys, one white and one black, who were described in chapter 5. The white boy who grew up outside Chicago had smart, solid, encouraging, loving parents who stressed education and family. The black boy from Daytona Beach was abandoned by his mother, was beaten by his father, and had become a full-fledged gangster by his teens. So what became of the two boys? The second child, now twenty-eight years old, is Roland G. Fryer Jr., the Harvard economist studying black underachievement. The white child also made it to Harvard. But soon after, things went badly for him. His name is Ted Kaczynski.

that he was about to black out and he was glad: at that moment there was nothing he wanted more than oblivion. CHAPTER 36 Even though he was following the news closely on the radio, Dinu had trouble understanding exactly what was under way in northern Malaya. The bulletins mentioned a major engagement in the region of Jitra but the reports were inconclusive and confusing. In the meantime, there were other indications of the way the war was going, all of them ominous. One of these was an official newspaper announcement listing the closing of certain post offices in the north. Another was the increasing volume of southbound traffic: a stream of evacuees was pouring down the north–south highway in the direction of Singapore. One day, on a visit to Sungei Pattani, Dinu had a glimpse of this exodus. The evacuees seemed to consist mainly of the families of planters and mining engineers. Their cars and trucks were filled with household objects—furniture, trunks, suitcases. He came across a truck that was loaded with a refrigerator, a dog and an upright piano. He spoke to the man who was driving the truck: he was a Dutchman, the manager of a rubber plantation near Jitra. His family was sitting crowded in the truck’s cab: his wife, a newborn baby and two girls. The Dutchman said he’d managed to get out just ahead of the Japanese. His advice to Dinu was to leave as soon as possible—not to make the mistake of waiting until the last minute. That night, at Morningside, Dinu told Alison exactly what the Dutchman had said. They looked at each other in silence: they had been over the subject several times before. They knew they had very few choices. If they went by road, one of them would have to stay behind—the estate’s truck was in no shape to make the long journey to Singapore and the Daytona would not be able to carry more than two passengers over the

City- Daytona Beach: It is against the law for any person, either as the owner, occupant, lessee, agent, tenant, or otherwise, to store or deposit, or cause or permit to be stored or deposited, any abandoned, junked or discarded motor vehicle or motor vehicles upon any public or private property within the city.

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The nearest approach to such a new drug - and how immeasurably remote it is from the ideal intoxicant! - is the drug of speed. Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure. True, men have always enjoyed speed; but their enjoyment has been limited, until very recent times, by the capacities of the horse, whose maximum velocity is not much more than thirty miles an hour. Now thirty miles an hour on a horse feels very much faster than sixty miles an hour in a train or a hundred in an aeroplane. The train is too large and steady, the aeroplane too remote from stationary surroundings, to give the passengers a very intense sensation of speed. The automobile is sufficiently small and sufficiently near the ground to be able to compete, as an intoxicating speed-purveyor, with the galloping horse. The inebriating effects of speed are noticeable, on horseback, at about twenty miles an hour, in a car at about sixty. When the car has passed seventy-two, or thereabouts, one begins to feel an unprecedented sensation - a sensation which no man in the days of horses ever felt. It grows intenser with every increase of velocity. I myself have never travelled at much more than eighty miles an hour in a car; but those who have drunk a stronger brewage of this strange intoxicant tell me that new marvels await anyone who has the opportunity of passing the hundred mark. At what point the pleasure turns into pain, I do not know. Long before the fantastic Daytona figures are reached, at any rate. Two hundred miles an hour must be absolute torture.

I’m not a horse, but you can ride me like one.

Except for special events open to the public, tours of Gamble Place are arranged by appointment only through the Daytona Beach Museum of Arts and Sciences.

Cassidy could see through half-closed eyes the unadorned western horizon and in a quirky mind trick he could sense the entire fifty-mile stretch of deep purple Gulf Stream between the tiny wave-skipping boat and the limestone-and-coral Florida peninsula. He could sense as well the huge pelagic fish that moved through the stream deep and shallow and also all the manatees and sunfish and whales as well as all the German submarines and wooden sailing ships and blockade-runners that had plied it in years and centuries past, some bringing Tories, slaves, bricks; others taking guns, drugs, rum; and some dealing death and leaving burning American boys in oily life jackets within sight of straw-boatered dandies strolling the boardwalks at Daytona. In his presleep state he had the sensation of being able to grasp it all at once, as if in a four-dimensional painting encompassing both time and space, his own place in it an inconsequential squiggle of comings and goings.

The phone rang three times; then the answering machine clicked on. “Hello, this is Viola. I can’t come to the phone right now. My sister’s sick in Denver, or that could be Detroit or Daytona or even Dayton, Ohio. My mind ain’t what it used to be. At any rate, I’m getting my black ass out of town for a while. If this is Chief Everett calling: Sorry, honey, but if she’ll kill her own husband, she’ll kill me. And though I know you’d try to protect me, you can’t be everywhere at once, now can you? I’ll be back when I think it’s safe. Or I might not be. Who knows? Denver or Detroit, Daytona or Dayton’s pretty this time of year. Bye.

What the bloody motherfucking hell happens now? I checked my watch, the white-gold Rolex Cosmograph Daytona Jen had bought me for my thirtieth birthday. I’d been fine with the Citizen I wore, missed it, actually, when she gave me this bulky piece of showy hardware, but things like that were important to Jen. She’d taken to the suburbs like an actress getting into character for a new role, and she was always determined that we both look the part.

Life is a beautiful bitch,but appreciate her,because some didn't even get the chance to get to know her.

Bone and blood and death before. Bone and blood and death again. You closed your eyes in fear, my prince, you’ll never see again.

If I asked you to kill him, would you do it?

Ghotes? Vosts?” Heldra suggested. “What should we call ghost voting?” “We shouldn’t be calling it anything,” Ari said, dropping into a chair in frustration and pulling at her hair. “It shouldn’t be happening.

It’s not about restricting the rights of the undead, it’s about ensuring the rights of the living.

I see.” “No, you don’t.” A low blow, but as usual, it didn’t even begin to get under Siveril’s skin. Siveril laughed, but it was clearly forced. He wanted Illimon to know he wasn’t really amused. “Ah, yes, I can’t see because I’m blind! I haven’t ever heard that one before.

A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it.

But he did not bleed. The dead never bleed.

Evropa je bila zabrinuta za kršenje i ugrožavanje dva osnovna principa na kojima egzistira punih 50 god i bez kojih nema trajnog mira kako na regionalnom tako i na svjetskom nivou. To su principi nepromjenjivosti granica i princip zaštite ljudskih prava. Zbog toga i naprijed navedenog mnoge zemlje, ne samo u Evropi već i u svijetu stale, su na stranu BiH uvjerene da su istovremeno stale na stranu Povelje UN i općeg medjunarodnog prava. Angažovanje SAD proporcionalno je raslo širenjem svijesti o etn čišćenju i strahotama razaranja u BiH kao i pritiskom sopstvenog javnog mnijenja koje je tražilo da se konačno nešto odlučnije poduzme. BiH i rješavanje krize u njoj bila je izuzetna prilika da se održi i poveća prestiž SAD nakon zaljevskog rata ne samo u SAD već i svijetu. Kada je situacija izgledala najbeznadežnija SAD su stavile svoj prestiž na kocku sa serijom visokorizičnih akcija počevši od sveobuhvatnog diplomatskog napora u avg, preko teškog bombardovanja srpskih položaja od strane NATO u sept, obustave vatre u okt, Daytona u nov, pa do rasporeda 20.000 američkih trupa u BiH u dec. Zahvaljujući ovakvom diplomatskom i vojnom angažovanju medj zajednice i uspjesima patriota BiH na frontu, rat je bio gotov - završen. NATO je prvi put u historiji poslao svoje snage izvan svog područja, a ruske trupe, pod amer zapovjedniptvom, bile su rasporedjene zajedno sa sanagama NATO-a. Dayton i BiH i aktivnosti u njoj stavili su SAD u epicentar svjetskih zbivanja. BiH je važna za SAD zbog činjenice da je svojevrstan test spremnosti djelovanja van NATO zone. Iskustva stečena u BiH biće značajna za rješavanje kriza u budućnosti, što je primjer Kosova i potvrdio. Ne treba zaboraviti činjenicu da se Daytonskim sporazumom sa stanovišta medjunarodnog prava kao ugovorne trave pojavljuju strane RBiH, RH i SRJ sa punim medj pravnim subjektivitetom. Sa BiH, njenim susjedom Kosovom, počeo je proces evropeizacije Balkana. Treba imati u vidu činjenicu da diplomatske akcije mogu biti od koristi ako iza njih stoji stvarna snaga odnosno moć. Vojno prisustvo medj zajednice u BiH rezultat je polit odluka, koje su produkt polit ciljeva glavnih činilaca u medj odnosima. Donošenjem poznate Rezolucije 1031 od 15.12.1995. NATO je dobio mandat da implementira vojne aspekte Mirovnog sporazuma za BiH.