Yes, folks, Cliff and I drove over two hundred miles to see a tractor show that features Oliver tractors. It isn't even that big a show, and at first Cliff was somewhat disappointed. Then we happened on a man who has a wonderfully restored Oliver 1955 tractor who gave Cliff so many tips he can't remember them all. Tomorrow we're going to hunt him up again, and Cliff is going to write down some stuff so he'll be able to make use of all this guy's knowledge.
The driving time didn't seem so bad; I found a book written in 1979 to read aloud as we traveled. The hero of the story is a burglar named Bernie Rhodenbarr, and it's actually a pretty witty, interesting tale.
I figured the tractor show would have all the motels in town to be full. No problem, given the size of the show. However, many of the motels are booked up because of some stupid Nascar race that takes place tomorrow (sorry, Rachel).
It's a pretty nice little getaway from the garden and the peaches, even though we had to come in the car because our motorcycle is still in the shop.