Saturday, June 07, 2008

things that happen when you visit your parents that don't happen very often in New York

Dad was driving me home when he was unexpectedly/unavoidably got cut off by a TRACTOR. The tractor pulled in front of our car and then proceeded at exactly 11 miles per hour (we know--he has a shiny new GPS) for five miles down a winding country road with no places to turn off. By the time Dadrat and the tractor finally went their separate ways, we were part of a 7-car procession.


Anonymous said...

LOL, this is quite familiar here in rural Maine. Fortunately, we can usually pass teh 11 mph tractor (and that seems to be the speed du jour for farm equipment) in short order. Log trucks are the things you get stuck behind and cannot pass.


Charles Gramlich said...

Growing up in the country, I've had this experience many times. Definitely not city traffic.

Conduit said...

Welcome to my world. My office is in hte next town over, so my 7 mile trip each way is often spent looking at the arse end of a tractor (who rarely pull in at the various safe opportunities to let anyone pass).

Jennifer L. Griffith said...

Sounds like my neck of the woods. And I've learned to find the beauty of it...with some exceptions.

One thing I love about living here...the constant reminder of how "important" we really think we are compared to another's needs or schedule. (In the beginning, I was reminded quite a bit, I confess--and I AM still guilty on a BIG powder ski day in the winter trying to get "first tracks!") But when self-importance tries to rise up in me, I try to shoot it down--you know that pride. These guys on tractors, or hay-bailers, horse carriages are trying to "feed" us, and they were in the valley before me!! I moved here to become part of the community, to get away from the battle of self-importance...fighting for position in traffic, or in a grocery line, or___ you fill in the blank--NOT to bring it with me.

Someone I know visits here frequently, and they expressed frustration over how they had to wait five minutes for a tractor in the could also be a herd of sheep, cattle, horses, etc., or in the winter, a snowplow or a vehicle getting tugged out of the borrow pit by another.

Time is what we make it, really. If we spend it all in a hurry, and flustered by our schedules, we truly miss the beauty of the "now."
Glad to know other places have tractor-traffice like here.

Means the crops are still growing!!

Travis Erwin said...

Am I the only one that started singing. Green Acres is the place for me after reading this?

Chumplet said...

Happens all the time around here, but the tractor drivers have the courtesy to pull over once in a while to let the procession past.

I love Mennonite country, where the road shoulders are extra wide to accommodate the horses and buggies.

Rebecca said...

Bwahaha. I'm a new reader and just ran across this, and it's also very much my experience when I go home to visit. My mom once got stuck in a one-lane roade -- it was too thin to turn around, too twisty to safely back up, and there was a cow standing in the middle of the road in front of her. The cow had absolutely no interest in moving, no matter how loudly she honked.