the house...

My dad parks his John Deer tractor right here when he's done with it. It sort of greets you as you drive up the drive way as if it were an abnormally large yard ornament. It's right off the drive way just on the very edge of the top of the hill where the house sits. It's parked there, in that same spot, every time because it doesn't crank. Nope. The reason is a bit cloudy, I don't quite remember why it doesn't crank but the point is that here it is parked on the edge of a hill so that Dad can hop up on the tractor, push and hold down the clutch, let it slowly begin to roll down the hill in neutral, then he puts the tractor in gear and waits, rolling, rolling, rolling down the hill gaining a little speed until he pops the clutch and jumps the old Deer off. Well, hey. At least it's better than hooking the chain up to the pickup and pulling it off, which was the way I did it growing up. Somethings really never change.