I lost some of my virginity yesterday... I got my first tractor ride! Even my wife had been on a tractor before, but somehow I always missed my chance for the thrill and excitement of climbing up on one of the vibrating machines of rubber and steel. I never was in the right place at the right time for a tractor ride before, and frankly I loved it!
OK, so maybe a tractor doesn't carry a lot of romantic appeal for most folks, but I know there was a country song written about a gal that thought her man's tractor was sexy. The green machine I was in didn't have air conditioning, but it had a cab around the operator so dust wasn't an issue. The hydraulic system that raised and lowered the disk used to level and "weed" was smooth and quiet from my perspective.
I suppose much of my enjoyment of the ride is the fact that I love machines. I appreciate power and traction when applied to off road situations, and found that there is no substitute for a ride to experience the effect of pulling substantial resistance with what seemed like no effort at all. For an off roader that understands traction a bit differently than many people, I was impressed!
I'd had a discussion with my neighbor about farming on part of our property hoping it would be a win/win situation for both of us. I get the benefit of not needing to mow and maintain an area of ground and he gets whatever benefit the crops he plants provide. He was by to start preparing some of the ground when I begged a ride, and for a brief period of time, I almost felt like a real farmer on my farm...
It may sound weird, but I'm still grinning.