So this past weekend Chris and I got the chance to work together - he as the combine operator (when a kid wasn't trying to push him out of the drivers seat) and myself as the grain cart operator - we filled a semi and decided to head in towards the bins with it, meet the other semi coming back to the field and switch - so being in the semi together gave us time for some meaninful conversation!
I will go straight to the meat of the conversation and skip the prelimineries:
Chris: We really need to get busy hauling manure - the pits are getting full!
Me: I have told you before I will do it!
Chris: The way we have it set up the hoses are really heavy and I am not sure that you could lift them plus you end up with manure all over you and it just doesn't seem right to ask you to do that!
Me: Well you can't say I haven't offered, who else is there?
Chris: With the spreader being on that older tractor you really have to be careful shifting and not ruin the transmission - which reminds me I didn't really know how to word this but . . .
Me: great what?
Chris: I have been watching you shift the tractor when you come up beside the combine and I just have to say that I can see the whites of your fingertips when you shift!
Me: Ummmm OK
Chris: That's a good thing. Yeah, it means that you know when to shift and the transmission slides easily into gear, you are not shoving it into gear!
Me: Wow Thanks, but let me get this straight - the other night when I made homemade fried chicken that you said "looked, smelled and tasted like someone's Grandma walked into our kitchen and made it - but I hate chicken on the bone and it just tasted to chickeney" but when I can shift a tractor and you can see the whites of my hands you are amazed?
Chris: Yep pretty much!
Me: Well OK then, are you ready to admit I drive with my butt?
Chris: Not Yet!
Well it took 20 years to get that compliment, it may take another 20 years to get him to admit I can drive with my butt - I am willing to wait!
Nice call on recognizing the John Deere clutch pedal by