Romans & histoires Take Ya For A Ride On My Big Green Tractor

Caius “WOOO-HOOO! CRUSH IT! CRUSH IT INTO OBLIVION!” My darling fiancé bellowed, leaping up from the stands as Grave Digger, the neon-green monster truck, plowed over the shell of an old F-150. She bounced on the balls of her feet, screeching through her cupped hands as Grave Digger was followed by Monster Mutt, another monster truck, though this one was painted neon orange and had the face of a dog on the front.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair and wondering just what the fuck Uncle Hunter was thinking for leaving what I assume is a twelve-hundred square foot greenhouse unused for so long. “There goes my relaxing day hiding inside. I need to go to the fucking store to get this place going.” I grumble out. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I send a quick text to Uncle Hunter asking if he still has a truck in his garage that I could use for the day. I will need something bigger than my small Elantra to transport what I need to transform this greenhouse. My phone dings, and I look to find that Uncle Hunter gave me the go-ahead to use his Ford in the garage. With a grin, I exit the greenhouse, dec

CLAIR I fidgeted with my fingers as I stood beside my truck, the one Uncle Theodore gave me. It was an old rusty-colored beat-up Wrangler truck, and I had been driving it since I was sixteen. Aaron volunteered to pick me up from the nearest train station, but I refused to leave my truck. I could have driven myself to the territory if I only knew the way to get there. But with the territory being surrounded by massive forests and mountains, the GPS was not working perfectly in that area, so that left me with no other option but to have Aaron pick me up and follow his car.

“Hey Tim.” “Hey. What’s going on?” “Did you see the quote I sent?” I tuck the phone against my ear, pull on my kneepads to return to my work. “The tractor belongs to my boss, Grace. She says it worked last month, but when she tried to start it a few days ago, it wouldn’t turn over, so she called someone to look at it.” “And that’s the quote they gave her? For a Massey Ferguson tractor, that’s criminal.”

Brenna said, disappointment written all over her face. “I'll be right behind you.” As Brenna stormed off, Helen winked at me then followed closely behind and I tried my hardest to keep my smile contained. “So, what's the activity for the day?” “We are going to be operating heavy machineries.” “What?” He gently grabbed my hand in his and tugged me along. “The group has been paired, and you of course have been paired with me. I'll be showing you how to use a tractor.” My eyes widened slightly with excitement. “Really? Do I get to drive it?”

With a fierce determination, I launched myself towards the tractor, which was hurtling towards the tree at breakneck speed. I moved with lightning speed, my body a blur as I darted between the tractor and the tree. With only my powerful paws, I dug into the ground and braced myself for impact. The tractor hurtled towards me, but I stood my ground, using all my strength to stop it from colliding with the tree. Bam! The sound of the impact was deafening as the tractor's metal frame bent horrifyingly under my strength. Smoke gathered at the broken machine, obscuring my vision. When the smoke subsided, I expected to see my mate sitting on the tractor, fine and safe.

After fastening the seat belt, Amy tapped her finger on the navigation screen, switching off the armored truck’s self-driving mode. “What are you doing, Mommy?” Omar asked after watching his mom place both of her hands on the truck’s steering wheel. “I’m gonna see if I can steer the truck off the highway before it blows up. Just hold on tight, okay, baby?” Amy’s voice sounded like a waterfall as she spoke to her child. Getting the electric jolt from 2Pac made Amy feel invincible and she couldn’t explain it. She rested her chin on top of her son’s head while gripping the steering wheel and pressing her foot down on the truck’s accelerator.

I giggle as I turn into an empty space, parking my black Toyota Tacoma. This truck has become my baby. After busting my ass to buy myself a vehicle, I almost went with a small car, but then my eyes set on this beauty. I call her Darth Vader. I like to say I got her because I can do more with it in the desert, but in reality, I think I got this truck because of how big it is. I was always made to feel small in school, and in this beast, I feel on top. It brings me a sense of comfort each time I drive it. Tarra puts on a mischievous grin and shakes her head. "Nope, nope, nope. Must wait, you shall. Impatient, you are." She laughs, impersonating one of the characters from my favorite movie seri

I’m still barefoot, but the grass feels nice. “Nice bike,” Otis drawls as we approach. “Thanks, man.” Tom hooks his arm around my shoulders. “A friend let me borrow it—I promised to give it right back. You ever ride one?” “Missus won’t let me. Got a boring beige sedan.” Otis hooks a thumb over his shoulder at the car parked under a row of maples, then holds up the brown bag. “Peanut?”