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Canada Our Century in Sport:
ISBN: , SKU: , AUTHOR: Best, Dave / Archives of Maclean's, PUBLISHER: Fitzhenry & Whiteside, This impressive full-colour anthology celebrates the most exciting and memorable moments in Canadian sport in the 20th century. Sport has always been an integral thread of Canada's social fabric, and virtually every popular sport is profiled in this massive book. Sprinter Percy Williams' sweep of the Olympics; Rocket Richard scoring 50 goals in 50 games; Lorie Kane's golf victories; Marilyn Bell's grueling first-ever crossing of Lake Ontario in ; Paul Henderson's electrifying winning goal in the Canada-Russia games; Terry Fox's inspiring cross-country Marathon of Hope; the Blue Jays' two consecutive World Series wins - all these great stories, and hundreds more are gathered in this timeless, full-colour book. Many of the early accounts are culled from Maclean's and other magazines and newspaper articles of the time, imparting a unique immediacy and flavour to the text. In addition to the unparalleled amount of historical content, Canada Our Century in Sport contains articles and commentary by some of Canada's top athletes of the century: Ken Read, Mark Tewksbury, Hayley Wickenheiser, Ron Ellis, Brian Orser, and more. As well as the extensive content from Maclean's archives, and other contributors include the Canadian Special Olympics, Canada's Sports Hall of Fame, and le Pantheon de Sport de Quebec. This book celebrates all aspects of sport - not just the victories. Many of the sports moments are memorable because of what they reveal about the character of the participants, or the passion of the moment.The sporting moments profiled in Canada Our Century in Sport come from track and field, swimming, horseracing, curling, golf, hockey, skating, skiing, baseball, basketball, football, and so many more.
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Il Casco Kiddimoto Police offre massima sicurezza per quei bambini che montano sulle prime biciclette e che, allo stesso tempo, godono di attrattivi disegni che uniscono con la Bicicletta Kiddimoto senza pedali. C'è un' ampia gamma di modelli e colori perché il bambino possa scegliere il casco più gradito. Possono essere anche utilizzati per altri sport come lo skating o skateboarding. Il casco ha una ruota di regolazione posteriore per garantire un incastro perfetto e undici fori che consentono la ventilazione per evitare troppo calore nella testa del piccolo. Inoltre, la carcassa interna del casco è leggera e ha cuscinetti in schiuma per maggior comodità e regolazione, lamelle regolabili e fibbia di liberazione rapida. Caratteristiche Casco Kiddimoto: - A partire dai 2 anni - 11 fori che consentono la ventilazione - Ruota di regolazione posteriore - Fibbia dal rilascio rapido - Taglia M (53 a 58 cm) - Dimensioni (Lun x Largh x Alt): 30 x 26 x 22 cm Kiddimoto è un'impresa familiare con sede a Mendip Hills, regione di Somerset, nel sud ovest del Regno Unito. Il suo principale obiettivo è disegnare e realizzare biciclette infantili di legno con materiali di ottima qualità , senza pedali ne stabilizzatori, permettendo ai bambini di imparare ad equilibrare e a guidare la bicicletta con rapidità . Kiddimoto dispone anche di una vasta gamma di modelli e colori di caschi e guanti infantili di prima qualità . I prodotti di questa impresa inglese sono fabbricati in Cina e distribuiti dagli uffici del Regno Unito. Kiddimoto ha vinto diversi premi grazie alla sua gamma di biciclette di legno senza pedali, e i suoi prodotti sono considerati strumenti efficaci per aiutare la coordinazione e lo sviluppo delle abilità dei muscoli.
The Charlemagne Pursuit
ISBN: , SKU: , AUTHOR: Berry, Steve, PUBLISHER: Hodder & Stoughton General Division, ONE Garmisch, Germany Tuesday, December 11, The Present 1:40 pm Cotton Malone hated enclosed spaces. His current unease was amplified by a packed cable car. Most of the passengers were on vacation, dressed in colorful garb, shouldering poles and skis. He sensed a variety of nationalities. Some Italians, a few Swiss, a handful of French, but mainly Germans. He'd been one of the first to climb aboard and, to relieve his discomfort, he'd made his way close to one of the frosty windows. Ten thousand feet above and closing, the Zugspitze stood silhouetted against a steel- blue sky, the imposing gray summit draped in a late- autumn snow. Not smart, agreeing to this location. The car continued its giddy ascent, passing one of several steel tres-tles that rose from the rocky crags. He was unnerved, and not simply from the crowded surroundings. Ghosts awaited him atop Germany's highest peak. He'd avoided this rendezvous for nearly four decades. People like him, who buried their past so determinedly, should not help it from the grave so easily. Yet here he was, doing exactly that. Vibrations slowed as the car entered, then stopped at the summit station. Skiers flooded off toward another lift that would take them down to a high- altitude corrie, where a chalet and slopes waited. He didn't ski, never had, never wanted to. He made his way through the visitor center, identified by a yellow placard as MYncher Haus. A restaurant dominated one half of the building, the rest housed a theater, a snack bar, an observatory, souvenir shops, and a weather station. He pushed through thick glass doors and stepped out onto a railed terrace. Bracing Alpine air stung his lips. According to Stephanie Nelle his contact should be waiting on the observation deck. One thing was obvious. Ten thousand feet in the high Alps certainly added a height-ened measure of privacy to their meeting. The Zugspitze lay on the border. A succession of snowy crags rose south toward Austria. To the north spanned a soup- bowl valley ringed by rock- ribbed peaks. A gauze of frosty mist shielded the German vil-lage of Garmisch and its companion, Partenkirchen. Both were sports meccas, and the region catered not only to skiing but also bobsledding, skating, and curling. More sports he'd avoided. The observation deck was deserted save for an elderly couple and a few skiers who'd apparently paused to enjoy the view. He'd come to solve a mystery, one that had preyed on his mind ever since that day when the men in uniforms came to tell his mother that her husband was dead. ""Contact was lost with the submarine forty- eight hours ago. We dispatched search and rescue ships to the North Atlantic, which have combed the last known position. Wreckage was found six hours ago. We waited to tell the families until we were sure there was no chance of survivors." " His mother had never cried. Not her way. But that didn't mean she wasn't devas