Daytona Beach, 23rd June:
Magun's Compass
Learn from the Travel Experiences of Others
Car Culture gone crazy: For $10 you can drive right on to the sand, and many do; preferring to cruise along the beach rather than expose out of condition bodies that might appreciate the exercise.
The stretch is eight or nine miles long, with vehicles parked along the coned-off strip. A few Americans hardly get sand between their toes as they set up deck-chairs close to their machines, or even on the back of the occasional pick-up.
They no longer have to ask about how the
game is played,
instead they anticipate who they might meet in the next round.
On screen, pre-match promotions are fast and furious, Americana at its best; showing off, and selling... Pele signs a ball, a Mastercard is flashed in front of viewers, and the ambassador of world football is wearing a white shirt with the credit-card company's logo emblazoned across his heart; "all brought to you sponsorship free by...." |
A girl from Virginia walks in, tanned to compliment her golden hair. Her buttocks are of more interest than another word from the sponsors. They are both exposed, firm around a pink piece of cloth that needs to be studied closely if it is to be judged as a bikini bottom. She would not look out of place on Brazil's Ipanema Beach; but her white label, with all its washing instructions, distract the eye. |
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