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applause of Southern Winter Resort here on the beach. Yeah that's Carson Beach in

South Boston. It's not far south enough. I told Dougie this was a dumb idea to go

build an entire resort here in South Boston. It's cold in South Boston. We

should have gone through the sky. I do remember that you were talking about Rhode Island

or something right? That's it. It's a little cute letter. Yes. The Atom and Ray being

the devout historians that you are. I was surprised that the answer you gave you gave a

couple of weeks ago regarding the meaning of primitive four-wheel drive. Did we give a definition

of primitive four-wheel drive somewhere? I remember someone said something about primitive.

You said it dates back to World War Two. I don't remember the seed. No probably World War One.

But it actually had its origins Spanish American earlier in the days of the covered wagons.

When the pioneers made their great trek across the plains in the imprary scoeners,

the wheels were often mired in the well-worn ruts of the road. Of course. Oxen and horse would

strain but the wagon wouldn't budge. At this point men would position themselves at each of the

four wheels and shim deep in the mud. They would grasp the spokes and push for all they will

worth. This is primitive four-wheel drive. Also, as the wagon was freed the men at the front

wheels had to stay out of the way of the protruding hubs on the rear wheels. So the men at them back

would yell, Look out for the hubs. And while these early four-wheel drives did not have

walk out hubs they did have hub lookouts. They're all wackos. This particular wacko is named

J. Patterson from New Albany in Indiana which he says is 100 miles east of Midway.

You'd like to call us about your car. The number is 1-800-3329287. Hello, you're on

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