Ringgold

I do have a question, random thought here.

Jake, how are you from Ringgold, Georgia and rocking a red Yankees hat?

[laughs]

Man, that's, this is actually my wife's hat.

Thanks to Governor Kemp, I may actually drive below the state line to fuel up from where I live in Chattanooga.

Yeah, but we live there in Ringgold, northwest Georgia.

A lot of times you would see some big disparities in price just crossing the state line there.

I recall that all those years ago.

And I think there's a ton of benefit there because we talk about this in previous episodes, IRL in real life, that in real life economy.

Your Jake's now Jake is from Ringgold, Georgia.

So he's probably a little more familiar with it.

But a lot of your Jake's have zero experience with these things that like our entire civilization is built upon.

Oh, yeah.

So anyway, the guy in Ringgold, I've gone blank on his business name, but he did a great job and was really impressed with him.

He came out.

He got me to where at least the garage door would raise up and down and then had to get me a garage door on order.

She said, "I, I, I, I just don't know." So we drove back to the house.

Once we got off the interstate of the Ringgold, Tunnel Hill exit, she said, "Are you gonna kill me if I decide I want the white one?"

[laughs]

I turned around.

Still more were they astonished when they saw three other trains dashing by in close pursuit and loaded with excited soldiers.

Thus the breakneck chase continued through Dalton, Ringgold, and the other small towns on the route.

But it soon became evident that it could not continue much longer.

We had taken on wood and water before we were so closely pressed, but now our supply was nearly exhausted and our pursuers were too close behind to permit us to replenish it.

The fugitives thus finding themselves closely pursued, uncoupled two of the box cars from the engine to impede the progress of the pursuers.

Fuller hastily coupled them to the front of his engine, and pushed them ahead of him to the first turnout or siding, where they were left, thus preventing the collision the adventurers intended.

Thus the engine thieves passed Ringgold, where they began to fag.

They were out of wood, water, and oil.