As you may have read in one of my previous columns, I drove a tractor in my first organized tractor ride this year — the WHO Radio Great Tractor Ride — and had a ball.
I was fortunate enough to be provided with a tractor with a double seat so that Mary, who had never been on a tractor (Can you believe it, a small-town Iowa girl?) could accompany me. My appetite whetted, I was hankering for another ride.
The problem, of course, is that I don’t own a tractor. So, I did what any red-blooded American male would do — I pleaded and begged until a group let me join their ride. Here’s the best part, they furnished me with a tractor; one with a buddy seat so that Mary could go along. Yep.
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