Face from the Past

When it came time for me to learn to drive, my father drove me to Cross-Keys. More specifically, the family farm there. My first lesson would take place on a tractor in the field behind the farmhouse. In those first moments behind the wheel, my senses were hypersensitive. Having no comprehension of how the controls would react to my touch, I made mistakes as I familiarized myself with the machine. Stick shift, clutch, accelerator. Coordinating the interaction of all three seemed very complicated; not to mention, all the while steering and navigating the plowed field’s ruts. Still, through patience and perseverance I succeeded and mastered manual transmission.