I’ve put off learning how to really drive the tractor for years. The first time I drove a tractor, it was a tiny, old tractor and I thought it could only make left turns. The second time I drove a tractor, I forgot it had a throttle and wobbled down the field at zero miles per hour. After inching through the new seeding, I figured I wouldn’t be asked to drive a tractor again.
But then Chris started talking to our neighbor about how I would drive the tractor and wagon while he would load the bales. I thought he was kidding, until I ended in the cab at 9:30 p.m. with the tractor idling and my foot jammed into the clutch. We had hay to get in and were racing against the rain. The first few passes through the field were okay. While the lights didn’t work, it wasn’t really that dark yet. As it inched close to 10, then 11, and midnight, it got darker and darker. I drove by the occasional light of the skidsteer.