Woman does, however, lock keys in car and therefore goes without camera for daylight hours.
BUT! BUT! I do have photos coming from a friend! And when I receive them and take a few minutes to photoshop the looks of terror off the faces of everyone (including myself) I promise they’ll be right here on this site.
Not only did the tractor driving go well, but the rest of the weekend was pretty Western also. Which isn’t surprising, I guess, since I do live here.
For example, a few pictures from the rodeo:
Here’s some news: Horses are fast. And I guess my motion photography needs work. (Noted.)
And here’s what happened on Saturday, Tractor Day:
- Begin drive out to friend’s ranch.
- Enjoy view of miles and miles of beautiful, rolling hills of eastern Colorado.
- Turn off paved road, drive more miles down dirt road.
- Have no problem on dirt road. Enjoy kicking up dust. Consider self “country girl.”
- Arrive in friend’s driveway.
- Leave everything in car, including keys. After all, this is the country. Keys are always left in the car. Have always done this with no problem. Is normal. I know this. Am “country girl.”
- Visit with friends.
- Get first tractor lesson. Friend warns of dangers of “7,000 pounds of steel in your control.” Try not to cry.
- Tractor driving goes shockingly well (more in upcoming post). None dead or wounded. Did not throw up or wet pants.
- Ride horses. Ride horses for a long time. Love it.
- Then haul kids around on horses for a long time. Kids in shorts and Crocs. Silly “city kids.”
- Time for tractor again. And hay ride for silly “city kids.”
- Go to car to get camera. Must have photographic evidence.
- Pull on door handle.
- Does not open.
- Continuing pulling as if not familiar with this phenomenon of LOCKED CAR DOOR!
- Check all handles. Proceed to use select language. Not lady-like. Am “country boy.”
- Tell friend bad news. “Your car locks automatically after thirty minutes,” says friend. “Ours does that too.”
- Will drive tractor anyway. Cannot disappoint “city kids.”
- Have friend with beautiful Canon D-SLR [that I covet] take pictures.
- Drive Farmall tractor in many circles on pasture, towing children and hay behind.
- Still none dead or wounded. Possible mild whiplash.
- Call Triple A.
- Drink a beer.
- Listen to jokes all night about one’s ability to have very blonde hair and very red neck. Ha. Ha. Ha.
I should have the photos in the next day or two— just in time for when I begin to have feeling in my butt again.
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I still don’t think I’d want to drive the tractor, but I am envious of the horseback riding. I have loved horses all my life and so want to go riding again someday…it’s been way too long!!
A car that locks after 30 minutes…oh that sucks…I didn’t know they did that. Nice little thing you could be warned about don’t you think?
You went to a rodeo AND drove a tractor. Am city girl – very confused.
I think locking the camera in the car was a subconscious attempt to avoid taking pictures of trampling hill and dale with the tractor.
I am glad it went well and all things considering (keys locked in car) you had a great time.
Damn that automatic lock! Didn’t it know you were in the country and that kind of safety was unnecessary? Jeez, technology can really bite a person in the ass.
Tractors don’t have automated door locks! You should have drove it home.
Not just any tractor I see…a FARMALL tractor – wow. Very cowgirlesque. Love it.
Aaron read my mind! I was hoping that the post culminated with you wholeheartedly embracing your new “country girl” and riding home on the tractor or a horse. But drinking a beer while waiting for Auto Club was good too. Looking forward to tractor pics!
Ahha, so the country is safe enough to leave the keys in the car but… not safe enough to leave the car unlocked?!
I love this! It sounds like you had a fabulous weekend. Is it a program for city kids – a school group or organization of sorts that comes to see country life?
You’d think that a car that was smart enough to lock itself after 30 minutes would also be smart enough to know that the keys were still inside, but obviously not.
I am truly glad that there were no deaths or dismemberments and that you can now add tractor driving to your resume.
Well done you.
Now that sounds like a fun day! Way to go, country girl…I must say though, that calling AAA rings of city girl. Country girl would use baling wire to finagle those locks, or, all else failing, break the window with a pitch fork! And, by the way, there should have been a cute and hunky cowboy provided to assist the country/city girl with all problems. I think that you should insist on it next year.
haha! well well, sounds like you had yourself quite a weekend. can’t wait to see the photos!
Fantastic post. Glad you didn’t have some ranch boy take over the tractoring duties… I would have been quite disappointed.
Sounds like you had a great week-end (apart from the reuslting sore butt)!
Looking forward to the photos…
A car smart enough to lock itself after 30 minutes should be smart enough to hand you the keys when you leave. Yeow.
Good job on the tractor, though, Country Girl.
Yay you made it! Now, where are those pics?