This afternoon I drove this beast around the field:
While my dad loaded it with bales of cornstalks using the skid loader.
It is really not a glamorous truck at all. In fact, at some point in its recent history it has been used as a party pad for raccoons. They seem to have taken a liking to the seat as it appears that half of it had been eaten. Still, it’s a legit big-rig.
I am extremely glad that I’ve driven manual cars since I was 18 or this day would have definitely ended in tears and recriminations. As was, I never got out of the first set of gears (there was no reason to) and I backed it twice without hitting a tractor (of which there were several within easy striking distance) so I am calling the day a win.