I took a bike ride this afternoon and began thinking about wheels, and how my mother used to reminisce about her mother (my Grandmother Spillard) referring to my mother's cousins - Marie and Junior - as "Devils on Wheels." I asked my mother what exactly "Devils on Wheels" were, but she didn't know. She only knew that Marie and Junior exemplified them. These days, the older I get, the more I seem to care about family traditions, and this one seems like an ideal tradition to carry on. I may have to improvise, but I will do my best to keep the "Devil on Wheels" tradition alive. Someone has to do it, right?
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