Thread: Show us ya tractor

There was this kid who used to live about half way between us and town, Okareka if you know it. Anyways Andrew Miller was his name. Andy was just about the keenest kid I have ever seen around tractors. Man this little guy just lived and breathed them. If you went into his room there were tractor posters, model tractors every where, he had tractor curtains, a tractor bed spread, would you believe he even had tractor patterns on his PJ's. Any way Ron and Linda (parents) decided to do something special for Andy's 16th birthday, so they took down to the Vaughn rd John Deere franchise. After a bit of toing and froing it was decided that Andy could sit beside one of the test drivers and go for a small spin around the yard. Any way I guess the sense of occasion go to the driver and he pushed it a bit to far, sad really as Andy was really enjoying the experience. Poor little Andy got bumped of on one of the more rougher area of the course, the bit by the fence. One broken collar bone (bit like VC's kiddie) and a dislocated wrist later. Andy's parents have go at the John Deere Franchisee. How Work Safe never goy involved I don't know. Couple of months later after no joy from John Deere, Andy spits the dummy as it were. Pulls down the posters, dumps the models, rips down the curtains, changes his bed spread and starts sleeping in his undies, anything to get away from those bloody tractors. Years later and Andy is in a bit of a dive in South East London. The place is full of chatter about the upcoming Lions tour of NZ. Like most of those type of pubs, the place is thick with smoke. Andy spots a lass by the bar crying her eyes out. Andy being the kid that he is, waltzes' over and asks, wats up? It's this Fooken smoke it's playing hell with my eyes and contacts she bumbles out. Oh hang on a sec says our BOP lad. With that Andy starts to take in a big breath, and then more and more sucking it in as he slowly does a full 360 circle, whilst still holding his breath he strides outside and whoooosh out pours all the smoke that was in the bar. Our Gallant young man walks back into the now devoid of any smoke bar. To say the pub was stunned is an understatement. Well this suitably impressed young lass, and she says to our Young Master Miller. Man that was fooken awesum, are you Super Man or some kind of super hero. No our now bashful young bloke says. I'm just a ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ExTractor fan. ha ha

wrong thread I know, spank me