What a fine machine is the tractor! I'm serving at the bistrot on a Tuesday evening, possibly for the last time if this pass sanitaire nonsense gets through. My neighbour turns up with a family posse on this tractor and cart. (Him, his new lady and her two kids). Wonderfully rustic and not a seat belt or licence plate in sight. Vintage 1947 I am told. (Not the lady, the tractor)
Since he lives just up the road from me and I happened to have walked to the bistrot, I couldn't not cadge a lift back, could I?
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Rural life. Rural people. So much nicer than their suburban counterparts. So long as you mind your manners and pitch in when asked.
I love it (the tractor transport) :-)
Hopefully the silly rules won't stop you from serving in the Bistrot.
Perfect killing machine, the old tractor, when hitting a hollow. :)
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