If I'm not Drivin'....


I'm Still Driving..I drive.  Cars, Trucks, Tractors, Rocks, Cabinet Hardware....
If I can steer it, it's driving.

I went to the ranch again this weekend. Boy, it was quite a trip....quite literally.  You see, I'd been holding out on this "walking" business.  Sure, on my birthday, about two weeks ago, I threw Mom a bone and walked around a bit.  But, it was so much easier to just push my cart/car or hitch a ride.  Well, I'm not quite sure what happened to my cart.  One day it was there.  Then, the next day it was gone.  So, crawling it was. 

On Friday, when we got the ranch, I took one look at the types of insects/spiders that would be eye-level when in crawl-mode and decided that I needed to gain some altitude on those boogers.  Walking it is.  I'm still a little sea-legged, but it's working.

It's obviously much easier to negotiate the pastures in "walk-mode," as opposed to "crawl-mode."  First of all, fireants like knee-meat.  Stickers prefer the palms.  And, I don't have the nerves for either. 

I spent time at the ranch driving the Skidsteer, walking in the pasture, eating beans and tortillas,  and playing in the creek.  My favorite is definitely the Skidsteer.  I've probably already admitted my obsession, but I love tractors and trucks.  I'm obsessed with anything that has an engine and at least four axles.  The more heavy duty the engine, the better. 



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