Our tractor caught fire while B was on it. Mister he man jumped off the seat, opened the hood and started a fire brigade. The small flames were quickly snuffed. Thank goodness. Something he had done prior to jury rig gave way and baby kabluy.
Me “were you scared?”
B “nope … we’ll sort of excited … the battery isn’t far from the fuel tank”
Me “thank goodness you weren’t hurt. That would’ve been bad”
B “just glad my tractor is ok. ”
Me “you’re more important than the tractor”
B shakes his head. Mumbled something about diesel burns differently. Grumbling about losing time. Now $50 later, the tractor has a new battery and he’s out there shredding. Secretly he’s in hog heaven.
As always more to come.