Well, it was the Jazz Age, and we all did the craziest things. All of the other flappers had neat little roadsters - Stutz Speedsters and the like. And Dorothy - being Dorothy - just had to drive something different, didn't she? And the moment she saw this darling Bucyrus Model 20B, she just knew she had to have it - those treads and chains and things - just so terribly chic, you know. Of course, it did have some teensy disadvantages. For example, a jaunt over to the country club took three days. And there was that dreadful little Irishman she had to hire to shovel coal and tend the boiler and that sort of thing. But it was such fun!! I'll never forget the wild party we had in the bucket on the night that Sacco and Vanzetti were executed...
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