Our addition of horses has brought many decisions to be made including what farm vehicle will do the jobs that need to be done. So yesterday we took a trip to the John Deere dealership a few towns away. My husband talked over the features with the salesman while I tried to keep up with differences between the 3038, the 4000, and the F-16. He had done lots of research, like always, so he was prepared to talk tractor. They all looked the same to me - green. Some were just bigger than others.
Then they had me drive one, actually two. The first was an automatic, no problem. It had a enclosed cab, a/c, and a cupholder but big. The second was more my size. It was a small tractor but still those tires are just huge! They adjusted the seat but my feet still didn't reach the floor, just the pedals. No room for a purse on this one, hubby had to hold it. I got down the road a little way toward the really big ones and thought to myself, "Ok, which one would be harder, backing up or turning around without hitting one of those green monsters?" I decided on turning around. Upon doing that successfully, I decided to go for a higher gear. Forgetting about the clutch, I shifted up, grinding to a stop. Getting it going again, I bounced up and down in the seat swinging my feet and generally having a good time. Unbeknownst to me, the salesman was telling Wayne that I should always wear my seatbelt. Really, there is a seatbelt? Yeah, I should probably do that next time. For this city girl, meeting John Deere was fun. A chance to do something that I never thought I would be doing.