Across Utah's Bonneville Salt Flats whipped the piercing whine of a J47 jet engine. Technicians huddled around their electric timers. "Here he comes!" somebody shouted. A strange object that looked like a wingless jet airplane flashed into sight, roared past and disappeared, leaving waves of refracted light dancing in the brilliant desert dawn. Strapped in his cramped cockpit, Craig Breedlove, 26, pressed a button that released two colored parachutes, and the Spirit of America skidded to a halt. "All I know," he said, "is that I was moving fast." The timers told...
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