A BOYS TOY

A GOOD 'OLE BOY PASSED IN REVIEW A FEW HUNDRED FEET FROM MY WINDOW ASTRIDE HIS CHOSEN STEED, CAPARISONED FOR WORK, NOT WAR. NO SPURS WERE REQUIRED, JUST AN IGNITION SWITCH, A POPPED CLUTCH, A CHUG, CHUG, TO POWER FORTH. BEAST WAS OBVIOUSLY APPRECIATED BY THE MAN ACCORDING TO HIS ABILITY AND UNDERSTOOD WITHIN HIS CAPACITY. THERE WAS NO DENYING THE FRISSON OF THIS MASTER'S FIRST SPRING RIDE. WHAT A DYNAMIC DUO! A KING OF THE FATE OF HIS HEAP OF MOTORIZED METAL AND THE TRACTOR HE TRUSTS, UNDISPUTED KING OF THE ROWS.