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Giving the once- more closed gate a final inspection, I turned
toward the Fliver again and prepared to take an even bigger step. It
was a bigger test than first getting behind the wheel. I had to get
behind that wheel again and drive the River out into the field and turn it
around. Then I had to come back to this very gate and go through it
properly, this time taking the Fliver back to where it had to go.
I glanced around after sliding behind the wheel, to see if I had
an audience this time but the boys had obviously had their fun and
gone off to find something else to do.
Once more I mentally went over the instructions and, with new
determination, pushed in the clutch and turned the key. I didn't roar the
engine this time and cautiously put it in gear. The Fliver crept forward
and I found myself laughing out loud as I made my way into the field to
learn how to turn it around and test myself on turning. I taught myself to
make sure I had lots of room if turning the short way, as it would need it
to make the turn. The long way, I had to be careful not to turn it too
sharp, as it made very frightening grinding noises if I did. I practiced
shutting it off and starting it again. I even changed gears that first day
out in the field.
By the time I approached that gate again, I felt sure I would not
run it over. In my haste, I shut the key off a little too far away from the
gate but I felt that at least the gate was safe even if I had to walk
farther.
The boys barely even gave me a glance as I parked it and
hopped out. It was kind of disappointing not to be congratulated on
learning something so important.
I'd like to say that was the last time I had to use the repair
bucket but it would be a lie. As I learned to use the higher gears and go
faster in the old Fliver, I found it easier to forget to gear down when
approaching a gate or fence. I was getting to be a regular pro at
patching fences.
The problem of turning short one way and long the other
plagued me. This proved itself to be the case one hot summer day.
I was merrily chugging along, going a little faster on this clear
stretch of dusty, dirt road down in the trees behind the corrals. Josh
was coming towards me with the tractor but there was plenty of room
for both of us to pass so I never slowed down or pulled to the side. He
didn't slow either but speeded up some.
He was laughing as he played chicken with me, bearing down
on me with great glee. The tractor looked like a monster in comparison
to the River. I kept waiting for him to turn away to his side off the road
and, when it looked like he wouldn't, I turned the wheel. I realized too
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| Title | Write On! |
| Language | en |
| Date | 2004 |
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| Title | Page 66 |
| Language | en |
| Transcript | Giving the once- more closed gate a final inspection, I turned toward the Fliver again and prepared to take an even bigger step. It was a bigger test than first getting behind the wheel. I had to get behind that wheel again and drive the River out into the field and turn it around. Then I had to come back to this very gate and go through it properly, this time taking the Fliver back to where it had to go. I glanced around after sliding behind the wheel, to see if I had an audience this time but the boys had obviously had their fun and gone off to find something else to do. Once more I mentally went over the instructions and, with new determination, pushed in the clutch and turned the key. I didn't roar the engine this time and cautiously put it in gear. The Fliver crept forward and I found myself laughing out loud as I made my way into the field to learn how to turn it around and test myself on turning. I taught myself to make sure I had lots of room if turning the short way, as it would need it to make the turn. The long way, I had to be careful not to turn it too sharp, as it made very frightening grinding noises if I did. I practiced shutting it off and starting it again. I even changed gears that first day out in the field. By the time I approached that gate again, I felt sure I would not run it over. In my haste, I shut the key off a little too far away from the gate but I felt that at least the gate was safe even if I had to walk farther. The boys barely even gave me a glance as I parked it and hopped out. It was kind of disappointing not to be congratulated on learning something so important. I'd like to say that was the last time I had to use the repair bucket but it would be a lie. As I learned to use the higher gears and go faster in the old Fliver, I found it easier to forget to gear down when approaching a gate or fence. I was getting to be a regular pro at patching fences. The problem of turning short one way and long the other plagued me. This proved itself to be the case one hot summer day. I was merrily chugging along, going a little faster on this clear stretch of dusty, dirt road down in the trees behind the corrals. Josh was coming towards me with the tractor but there was plenty of room for both of us to pass so I never slowed down or pulled to the side. He didn't slow either but speeded up some. He was laughing as he played chicken with me, bearing down on me with great glee. The tractor looked like a monster in comparison to the River. I kept waiting for him to turn away to his side off the road and, when it looked like he wouldn't, I turned the wheel. I realized too |
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