Well, lest anyone think I’m a) only about the beach, or b) a liar, the moment we’ve all been waiting for is here. Okay, not the moment we’ve all been waiting for, but at least me. Because I STILL cannot believe I drove a tractor.
And, yes, I did freak out about it. Then, later, I realized that I didn’t have to freak out at all, and that I could really be much more stupid anyway.
First, like I said, I’m much more comfortable on the horses. So here’s me and a couple friends hauling some city kids around on horseback. (Small because I’m sure that’s not what anyone wants to see.)
Ahhh, what a lovely day it was.
And now… here is me not throwing up on the Farmall*:
Aren’t I just super cool? What with my super cool one-handed tractor driving. And my super cool flippy ball cap hair. Can fit into roll of country girl? Check. Can fit into roll of country girl and look decent doing it? No go.
I believe it was Michelle who suggested this might somehow be “sexy?” Uhh, no. Because this? Was not even remotely attractive. I think that is a phenomenon best done once in this world and thank goodness for that, because it obviously shouldn’t be left up to me.
And here’s me not killing children, or anyone/thing else:
Don’t they look thrilled?
And, it’s important to note for all you non-tractor folks out there, that yes, though these are still photos we are indeed moving. Do you know how you can tell? Look at that little pipe sticking up on the front of the tractor. That, friends, is called a stack. And that little flap on top is up which means exhaust is coming out of the tractor. So there. For sure driving a tractor.
Ahhh. How liberating. How thrilling. How hilarious. I can still hardly believe it.
Now someone get me back on a horse.
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*For those that do get into the whole tractor “thing” this was, I believe, a 1947 1963** Farmall. Which, apparently, is a pretty sweet piece of vintage farm equipment. I didn’t die, so I’m going to agree.
** That is a correction. There were two tractors there that day, and my listening skills apparently suck around 2,000 pounds of steel.
Thanks, Madness.
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But were you wearing legit cowboy boots?
Aaron- Of course!
Um, weren’t there originally three kids on that tractor? What happened to the one in the middle. Come on, you can tell us.
P.S. I like the little flip flops in the lower right corner of your page.
So cool. You look like a farm princess right at home on the big ol’ steel seat. Good lookin’ farm girl! Love it.
The two little kids? They look scared stiff.
This is awesome! You make me want to drive one too. Someday you can tell your grandkids about that time you rocked a tractor and didn’t kill anyone.
I hate to say this, I think, but it looks fun! Will you do it again
First, thanks for visiting my blog. And second, that is so cool that you got to drive a tractor!! Do they handle better than VW bugs? I’ve always assumed they would handle about the same.
Ahem – The mighty piece of farm equipment that you drove is a 1963 Farmall 560 according to my Dad, a former International Harvester/Farmall farm machinery dealer from Way-Back-When, Maryland. It is still considered a sexy machine by those in the know…
Totally “super cool”! What next, rope tricks?
Dingo- I don’t know what you’re talking about.
But, woo hoo for flip flops!
Robb- Farm Princess. I like it. No, no, wait Miss Farm Princess. Even better.
Mel- Rocked a tractor? Now that does sound super cool.
TE- You never know! I didn’t think I’d ever do it for the first time.
Cat- Now THAT is a good idea. I will let my ranch friends know.
You look like you were BORN on that tractor!
Michael- I’d say about the same as the bug. And the heater isn’t worth a sh*t in the tractor, either.
RM– Oh my gosh, I think you’re right! Well, of course your dad is right. There were two tractors there that day. I obviously got confused.
Barb- Ha! You kill me.
Hey, those vintage tractors are dangerous, they like to tip.
You did well. Now you’re ready to work on my farm.
Look at you! You look great in that tractor!
Maybe that should be your new blog header photo?
I love that you drove a tractor. You’re all butch and stuff.
Does the tractor heater run off all those great warm engine exhaust fumes like the bug does?
haha i love it!! so glad you shared those pics!
The tractoring looks totally fun! As for horses, they’re not for me. I once was riding one in a faux “roundup”. My horse stopped in a puddle of mud, then started to lay down. The guy running the thing yells at me – jump jump jump off NOW! I did. The horse laid down and rolled on its side. Would have broken my leg. I’ve never gotten back on one!! I know, I probbly just need riding lessons. But I’m happy on my Bianchi bike
The good thing is that you have something else with which to pad your resume. Everyone should have a skill to fall back on.
ROFL!Reminds me of the game of chicken on tractors from Footloose!
Awesome! I love visual proof. Although…the beauty of photographs is there is no movement.
Where is the video?
I kid