Bright side!

 She’s a beauty,  waiting for me, abused , run down, over worked and a little unsteady on her feet but still a beauty. Waiting for my patient hands, trained over years to ease the discomfort and bring peace back into that body. So she waits, knowing that since I saw her address on my screen that I was coming. She is all I’ve thought about. I read all the information that was on the screen. Lingering on key words that would tell me more about her. How she feels, how long she had been that way, where she had come from. I felt like I already knew her and now we were about to meet. Excitement mixed with anticipation ran through my body and I hastened to shorten the miles that separated us.

  She can sense me , she knows I’m here. I put the van in park and slowly approach her. She is as I had pictured her, abused and in need of my expert hands. We touch….. and  I slowly run my hand over her abused body , identifying ever  imperfection in her long strong body. I see the broken belt peeking out from under her skirt. A skirt now covered with dry hard red clay. Such an abuse. I adjust her lenses and see that her valve cover is dented in, could be the reason why she’s making such a fuss when working. I reach around her tattered seat and find the loose wires that had shorted out. You’ll be fine in just a few moment. I’m here. I’m a trained mechanic and this is what I do. This tractor will be running like new in just a little bit!