Oh, that brings back memories.  I rode on the fender of a tractor very like that, though much older, with my father and my grandfather when I was very small.  I learned to drive sitting on their laps on that old Ford 9N.  I literally cannot remember when I didn't know how to drive.  It makes me think about my 16 year old, just now making a concerted effort to learn how to drive well enough to earn his coveted driver's license, and it reminds me how much we gave up when we stopped making our living directly from a piece of earth where such things were possible.

We all bleed the same color.