That is actually a very small combine up there. The one we had when I was a kid was smaller. It didn't even have a cab. Nobody uses a combine with no cab now. Nobody has a tractor with a piddly little gas engine anymore. Nobody farms 50 acres anymore. They're out doing a few hundred acres at a time and they're in that machine for like, 12 hours, and they want A/C and a stereo. You would too.
I don't even have A/C and a stereo in my truck.
I should wipe the dust off the dash of my truck.
So last weekend, we got stuck following the honeywagon for a few miles. Now as much as I don't mind slowing down for farm activity, I gotta admit, being behind a manure spreader is naaaaasty.
BUT. Look at this thing. One side is on the gravel and it's still almost over the yellow line. MAGNIFICENT MACHINE. You better respect. It's a s****y job but somebody's gotta do it.
And if you're gonna have to do it, get it all into the biggest tank you can fit on wheels, and get it over with.
Eventually those of us in lowly cars get to pass the behemoth. That's something else you wanna just get it over with.
I took this accidentally cool photo on the way past.
Sense of scale: see that little silver mirror in the bottom left corner? That's our VW. Those tires are just about the height of the roof of our car.
This is not yer grandpa's farm equipment.
(Although maybe it is. Does your grandpa still farm?)
Farmers have a lot of pressure on them, more than ever. Partly because people like me come along, who want to live in the country but don't have the time/ persistence/ knowledge or GUTS to actually farm, but we take up valuable quality land to put our hay-burners and other useless critters on. Not to mention, subdivisions. So they have to produce more, with less land. They gotta work. These guys have a job to do.
THEY MEAN BUSINESS.
They are not screwin' around here.
So I don't bitch when I have to wait a mile or so before I can get around them.
Anyways it's not so bad. That **** is fast.