My brother offered to let visitors drive his frontloader, and guess who was first in line? Iliana’s face lit up at the chance to drive a tractor.
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My brother offered to let visitors drive his frontloader, and guess who was first in line? Iliana’s face lit up at the chance to drive a tractor.
I have about that same model of Kubota, but mine isn’t quite that old. Couldn’t live without it.
Nice tractor! And good job, Iliana! Driving a tractor is really fun.
Back when I was her age, driving anything, never mind a tractor (be still, my heart!) wasn’t deemed to be appropriate for girls. “Good girls” didn’t [fill in blank.] I’m glad to see that isn’t the case any more.
I grew up on tractors in Illinois farm country.
I was learning to drive a small one by myself when I was 9.
When my grandfather died when I was 11, I was in charge of taking care of my disabled mother,
a house, and three acres of land, as well as studying hard to wind up as salutatorian of my class at 16.
I was driving a car by the time I was 13, and helped out the neighbors during wheat and soybean harvest
by driving a combine when I was a licensed driver at the age of 16.
That’s why it’s so damned hard to not be able to drive more than a few blocks now because of my disabilities!
Anxionnat,
Where I grew up, harvest time was “All hands on deck”. It didn’t matter if you were a girl or a boy.
If you could drive any size of machinery, you could help.
Kubota.. mmmmm…. nice.
When I was a kid I got to drive a Ford 2N (david brown, the export version). The sense of responsibility was heady.
We had a Ford 8N! Older version of the 2N. Driving it around was a liberating experience growing up.