I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed.
A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer mild, some like me bold. What am I?
What is easy to get into,
but hard to get out of?
Physicists have built devices to move me very fast. My last seven letters can be commonly found in newspapers magazines and journals.
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
Break it and it gets better, immediately set and harder to break again.