tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923254699323311906.post5829583900719282920..comments2023-04-03T23:39:00.815+08:00Comments on Life In The Country...: My Driving Skills Or Lack Thereof.A Farmer's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094401205258678969noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923254699323311906.post-18135445831175066542011-02-12T12:28:14.375+08:002011-02-12T12:28:14.375+08:00I have to say, I love a good road trip. Which, I g...I have to say, I love a good road trip. Which, I guess, is a little different to running an errand type trip, but I get where you're coming from! Some time to yourself to think. ;)Jodie Anstedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300961546795965857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923254699323311906.post-40613319067195335852011-02-11T21:20:09.270+08:002011-02-11T21:20:09.270+08:00We are heading for life in the country. I enjoyed ...We are heading for life in the country. I enjoyed this post immensely.<br />I am ok on a motorbike (with semi automatic gears) but I am not game to drive the tractors either ...doubt hubby will even attempt to teach me.<br />I can barely drive a manual car...<br />Yay for being close enough to the city shops.<br />In the bog my hub goes flat out , weaving and ducking trees & all (I shout my eyes & pray).♥.Trish.♥ Drumboyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13482654455512269065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923254699323311906.post-14257274487215408922011-02-11T20:05:42.643+08:002011-02-11T20:05:42.643+08:00I grew up on a farm, and my 2 big brothers and dad...I grew up on a farm, and my 2 big brothers and dad were mad on motorbikes. Biggest bro tried to teach me to drive the pee wee 50. I drove it into the side of the chook pen. Needless to say, I am happy now in my Subaru Forester. <br />Loved this post. Especially the farm children cheering you on. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923254699323311906.post-47432292762674838572011-02-11T19:55:13.080+08:002011-02-11T19:55:13.080+08:00I LOVE this! I would have an absolute panic attack...I LOVE this! I would have an absolute panic attack if I had to go anywhere near that heavy machinery let alone do something useful with it. And I love your 'bog plan'. Is actually good advice for life - drop back a gear and keep on going!<br /><br />Thanks for Rewinding at the Fibro!Life In A Pink Fibrohttp://lifeinapinkfibro.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923254699323311906.post-42123258146510482892010-11-12T14:30:29.940+08:002010-11-12T14:30:29.940+08:00I always chuckle at the pre-engaged girls who try ...I always chuckle at the pre-engaged girls who try to impress the farmer into thinking they are a good prospect by offering to drive the chaser bin at harvest or hitch a ride on the header. Not worth the humiliation if you do reverse the header into a field bin and simply cuts into more important activities like shopping, manicures and chats with girlfriends.Fussy Eater's Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00302855569357192641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923254699323311906.post-67928414328975249572010-11-12T06:19:38.329+08:002010-11-12T06:19:38.329+08:00Don't worry, some of us were just NOT meant to...Don't worry, some of us were just NOT meant to drive such things. I grew up on a farm too, and would drive tractors etc (NEVER the header!!), but even after doing full days on the tractor, there always came a time when I'd completely forget what to do. <br /><br />My very patient father just could not get over I could drive a tractor every day for a week, then go 2 days without and forget anything I knew about tractors. It is just not in my makeup.This Mid 30s Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12912056822016083189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7923254699323311906.post-4202434302963730622010-11-11T21:42:08.232+08:002010-11-11T21:42:08.232+08:00LOL not only did you have a good shopping day but ...LOL not only did you have a good shopping day but you've also given me a lovely laugh at the end of a long day - thank you!!Not A Ballerinahttp://notaballerina.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com