A plow saga, part 3

On Saturday, the guy from Craigslist connected with Cliff; indeed, the plow he had was the type we needed; it was in his mom's barn, where it had been since her tractor sold at auction a few years back. Cliff asked his price, and he replied, "Oh, it ought to be worth $200."

A bargain! That's a hundred dollars less than we'd planned to pay.

He lived in an area we'd just driven through on the motorcycle the previous day, about sixty miles away, not far from Harrisonville where I'd bought...

this item for $8, sixty percent off the original price. But I digress.

We arranged to meet him at his house near Garden City.

Then we followed him to his mom's place, about ten more miles from there.

He and Cliff discussed the history of the plow.

A neighbor drove his tractor over and pulled the plow out of the barn...


and lifted it onto our trailer.


With our bargain plow loaded, the guy who sold it to us suggested we stop by a place not far from there that sells meat. We've learned to follow up on things like that because local folks know what's worth visiting.

Lunch? I thought it was only a butcher shop. Unfortunately, they open at 11 A.M., and we were a half-hour early. But it planted a seed in both our minds and made us realize we were getting hungry.

So when we went through Blue Springs, we stopped at Golden Corral because, you know, they have the best rolls and mashed potatoes and pot roast EVER! (We try to avoid buffets because we always eat too much... but that silly seed had been planted and it was out of our hands.)

So the plow cost us $200; counting the tip, Golden Corral cost $30 (we had a fantastic waiter); gasoline was at least $30. Oh, and we stopped by Colonial Nursery for another clump of Pampas Grass to go across the driveway from the one we picked up last week. That's $13 more.

Hmmm, I don't think we saved much money. But we had fun. And I got three blog entries out of the deal.

The end.