Hey, life? Are you kidding me?

So, We Got a Gator - not alliGator, John Deere Gator

Two days ago we dug into savings and bought a 820 John Deere Gator. If you are like me, and aren't sure what I'm talking about, it's a farm man version of a kick ass golf cart - my husband will roll his eyes at that description. It's got power steering, a cherry (?) engine, 3 cylinder, four-wheeler drive, a cup holder, and can haul things.. . like a sprayer or trash, and can go about 50 mph. Knowing this lingo, is making me feel bilingual.

We bought it in a town that seemed a long way away but was probably just about 40 minutes from home. Our Uncle Emmitt came with his flat bed trailer to haul it home for us.

Here's the scene: We are following behind him hauling our beautiful Gator. We have some tunes going, drinking our Sonic slush (though I was wanting a 7/11 icee -no such luck in Midwestern small towns), talking about what a good decision this was - money well invested to help us both be able to get around the farm easier (and look a little cooler doing it), when my vehicle stops.

Not the Gator (remember, it's on Emmitt's trailer), my jeep that I purchased in February. My Jeep Renegade with only 20,000 miles on it. I've never had a newish car like this. It stops while I'm driving. Just kaput. I pull over, because they frown at non-moving vehicles in the middle of the road, wait about five minutes, and it starts finally.

I'm behind Uncle Emmitt again, going around what we refer to as the dangerous curve, and the jeep stops again. I find a semi-safe place to pull over, and Bruce calls Emmitt to inform him of this little snag in the road while I call roadside assistance. At this point we were a little over 8 miles from home. By the way, Oklahoma is hot and humid in the summer - it was about 98 degrees and 100 percent humidity. I don't do heat well.

Uncle Emmitt needs to go back to his farm; I mean it is daylight and that means working hours to farmers. He unloads the Gator , and we decide after my Jeep gets towed (it took an hour and 1/2), we will ride the Gator home. This is about as country as you can get. We did take mostly back roads but at one point we were on a small highway in a farm vehicle - not like a tractor, that's fairly common, but a Gator. I guess it would be more backwoods and a more interesting story if it were an alligator, but it was still pretty odd. .. . but amazingly fun (even if I did have to pee extremely bad from the Sonic slush)! I do need my jeep back though; air conditioning is greatly missed.

Sorry for the typos; my contacts are fogged up and dirty, and I'm not sure where I took my glasses off while sleepwalking.

Google John Deere Gator - it's kinda a cool deal,
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