South of Mattapany Road, preferably on the Rt 5 side. Too many people on the 235 side are in a hurry.
My daughter was riding on the combine with me when she was only a month old. At 4 years old, she was sitting in my lap steering the truck down the farm lane. By 10 years old, she was driving 4 wheelers and cutting the grass on the riding mower. At 12, I was letting her drive the pickup down the county road to the farm, and at about 14 years old, she was driving the truck from Lexington Park to Scotland, following behind me while I was moving tractors & combines. By the time she got her license, we were comfortable with her taking any vehicle we owned and hitting the road.Pretty sure there are farmers kids around here, or the farmers themselves, that learned how to use farm implements at very young ages that could run circles around city, or non-farm, folk, when it came to such things. In addition to many farms having tag-less cars and/or trucks used only on the farm that kids were allowed to drive; before the advent of gators, 4-wheelers and the like. What say you @TPD? Any good young driving learning, farm use equipment, farm car/truck stories?
From what Country?.... just a thought...how many people driving on 5/235 HAVE A L;ICENSE??????
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I have a daughter who is usually smart, but when she cuts the grass on the riding mower, she just has no real sense of what the hell she is doing. When she is "done", there's patches of unmowed grass all over, and when her mother and I try to explain that, there's no trick to it, you just go in passes or circles until you get all of it - she just doesn't grasp it.Today's parents are doing a disservice to everyone by coddling their kids and letting them keep their noses buried in their phones and not making them at least cut the grass.
I have a daughter who is usually smart, but when she cuts the grass on the riding mower, she just has no real sense of what the hell she is doing. When she is "done", there's patches of unmowed grass all over, and when her mother and I try to explain that, there's no trick to it, you just go in passes or circles until you get all of it - she just doesn't grasp it.
OTHER daughter does get it - but she does it in the most inefficient way possible.
No one taught this to me - I just "got it". Mainly from using a push mower and learning I didn't want to BE there all day long.
Nice done and nicely said. Good work!My daughter was riding on the combine with me when she was only a month old. At 4 years old, she was sitting in my lap steering the truck down the farm lane. By 10 years old, she was driving 4 wheelers and cutting the grass on the riding mower. At 12, I was letting her drive the pickup down the county road to the farm, and at about 14 years old, she was driving the truck from Lexington Park to Scotland, following behind me while I was moving tractors & combines. By the time she got her license, we were comfortable with her taking any vehicle we owned and hitting the road.
I was about 8 years old when I started driving tractors. We grew up with dirt bikes & 4 wheelers. Probably by 12 or 13, we were driving trucks on the state highway between farms we leased. When we raised tobacco, all farm kids and their non-farm cousins learned how to drive something by the time they were 10 or 12. I will never forget my younger cousin driving a pickup truck thru the rows of tobacco that had just been cut. It was her 1st time driving anything - 10 to 12 years old. When she turned around to see what was happening behind her, the steering wheel turned in the same direction of her head and she ran over some tobacco. We were all yelling to stop. When she did, all she could do was turn around and call out my father's name - Uncle George! My father never raised his voice, hardly looked up from spearing tobacco. We all had a good laugh. She probably ran to the house crying after that, but that is how we learned. No one ever got hurt on the farm from a new kid learning to drive. It was a right of passage.
Today's parents are doing a disservice to everyone by coddling their kids and letting them keep their noses buried in their phones and not making them at least cut the grass. I'm always amazed at the kids who can't find their way home from WalMart or Chipotle because they don't pay attention to their surroundings. When my kid was 2 years old, as we were in the truck going to the farm or to the bank or to daycare, I was always reading road signs to her, telling her what they meant. I pointed out landmarks and businesses to her so she always knew where we were going or when we were almost home. At 8 or 10, I was teaching her how to read a map as we would drive to out-of-state places, a lost art these days because of dumb phones. Oh the good ole days!