Over the years my dad and I have had some great bonding times. Whether it was playing basketball in the driveway, going shooting, climbing on glaciers, or hiking up Flat Top mountain in Alaska, I've always enjoyed our conversations and the time we've spent together.
Yesterday however, I witnessed a sort of father-son bonding time that was quite impressive and perhaps a bit therapeutic.
Nothing says "male bonding time" like running over an old car together with tractors.
What? That wasn't THEIR old car? Well I guess this is why you never make a farmer mad. Reminds me of a scene out of "Second Hand Lions"...salesman beware.
-Steve
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