So, reading

 Well, early on Ralphy had a bit of a weak spot which was reading.  A really smart automobile of course would like to read, and he knew about it because there was a kind of ceremonial event, every day on the farm in which --- some how ---, whether by magic or other means, a newspaper would arrive every morning to the breakfast table before breakfast.  How or exactly why this happened, , could be a bit difficult to explain, but we can, for the moment , chock it up to a mystery of life.,  Besides, this would turn into a totally different kind of novel all together, if we were to explore that mystery to it's end.

So, he / Ralphy, knew about that.  And knew what was going on.  Of course, he got lots of  information through the radio, and of course he did message  back and forth with Altarian authorities, and even talk to birds and trees, but, he had a yearning to read and he was not well equipped for the task.  For one thing, most people will read while sitting, or standing, or maybe laying down.  Unfortunately, there are no chairs built for automobiles.   There are of course -- garages --, which are more of medical care facilities, where owners perform acts of psychic surgery on the vehicles, which is a bit -- grizzly -- , but that is kind of what life is all about, in a way. 

Well, what did he do about it?  Was he just going to go through life, grow old, get stupid, and never have been able to read ?  Not for such a --- smart --- guy as Ralphy,  So what did he do ?  Got to think more about this but there is of course an answer, and maybe you can anticipate what exactly that may be...

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