As I reported here, Cliff and I rode the motorcycle to a tractor show on Friday.
Saturday morning, I overheard him talking to his Kansas brother, telling him all about our Friday.
"It was a great ride," he said, "and I need to mow pasture today, but I might just hop on the bike again."
I'm sure he was just making conversation, but the seed was planted in my mind. So as we were taking our walk, I asked him, “Are we going for a motorcycle ride today?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said. “I need to mow. But we might.”
Back at the house, I could tell by the clothes he put on that he wasn’t planning on riding.
“Oh, so we’re not going for a ride?”
“No, I need to catch up around here. We just rode yesterday. Besides, where would we go? Do you have any ideas?”
What you read next will let you know that I truly understand what motivates my husband.
“Oh, I thought we could ride down to Clinton to Cook Tractors; their monthly sale is Monday, right? And you could check out the lineup and see what they’re going to be selling.”
Within twenty minutes he had on his biker boots, I had our picnic packed, and we were on our way.
Consider this part 2 in “tours of Missouri tractor junk yards”.
We took the back roads to Clinton, enjoying every minute of the ride. Once there, we asked a lady working at Breaktime, where we filled up with gas, the whereabouts of the city park. She gave us great instructions, and we had lunch.
Then on to Cook Tractors: There were two Oliver 1855 parts tractors, and one of them had the fuel-tank fenders that Cliff has been wanting ever since he bought the Oliver. Unfortunately, the guy that handles sales of salvage stuff isn’t there on Saturdays.
Cliff must have spent thirty minutes walking around those two tractors, salivating. Knowing this would happen, I had taken along a Readers’s Digest; I sat in the shade of a huge combine and read all the jokes, then went on to a couple of stories.
I don’t think my husband has had a good night’s sleep since. I’m telling you, he really wants those fuel-tank fenders!
Cliff only takes me to the best junk yards. What an honor.
It was another good ride. Do I know how to work my husband, or not?
