Farmers are pretty classy. They will probably let you ride if you ask. Here are my nephews (city slickers) after their first combine ride.I was not raised on a farm, but my dad was. I love hearing all his stories about life on the farm. In 1969, my grandfather sold the farm and moved to town. I vaguely recall going to their farm when I was young. I always thought it would be cool to sit in the cab of a combine and harvest corn during a cool October night. After all, I love the Fall.
That is a neighbor that offered them a ride because "he could see it in their eyes".
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