I used to feel sorry for him. Then I realized we’re talking about a middle aged man who has been told multiple times how he comes across and given God only knows how many chances to change his tune. He just doubles down and gets more misogynistic and piggish at every turn.
Absolutely, the precision and polish he brought to writing the book reflects the precision and polish he seems to have brought to all his endeavours, i.e. none at all.
It seems that his attitude and behaviors are the same across all aspects of his life.
I must be difficult to be so angry all the time, but I don’t know how his basic attitudes could be changed by therapy. By 40 a personality is pretty well formed.
Doing dressage on a ride on mower isn’t easy…I decided one day to ride err drive my test while mowing my grass arena. All I did was enter A, C track left, then the diagonal, looked at the lines left amd realized that maybe it wasn’t my horse who couldn’t go straight
Obviously you were not on a schoolmaster, complete with cupholder.
There are ploughing competitions.
The first time I went to rake, the moment you look behind, no matter how hard you try, the tractor veers. Straight is not attainable.
Now I can be turned looking behind me while baling. You watch the hay going into the baler which is being dragged behind the tractor and the tractor will stay straight. It is a skill.
I don’t doubt it.
One of my high school friends went to university at a school in California that was founded as an agricultural college. She was a chemistry major, pre-med, but at that time all students had to take at least one ag class. She took Introductory Tractor Driving. She’s all of about 4’9" so the visual effect was pretty comical.
I wish I could remember the name of the college.
I wish I could remember the name of the college.
Humboldt? UC Davis? Cal Poly Pomona?
She took Introductory Tractor Driving. She’s all of about 4’9" so the visual effect was pretty comical.
I wish I could remember the name of the college.
Cal Poly
Still wondering what Mr Patriot was doing in a bar (besides meeting his wife) the night of 9/11 after such a devastating terrorist attack?
The last thing I wanted to do was go to a bar that night.
Still wondering what Mr Patriot was doing in a bar (besides meeting his wife) the night of 9/11 after such a devastating terrorist attack?
The last thing I wanted to do was go to a bar that night.
He says he was in there to trying to get a gig playing his guitar.
Just what everyone was thinking about that night, right? /sarcasm
UcDavis still has a tractor driving class, open to anyone.
I believe he mentions in the book that it was something like 2:30 in the afternoon when he went to the bar. I remember watching the news at every opportunity that day through to at least dinnertime, and I’m not even an American.
He needs to ride a bay or Warmblood so his riding won’t stand out.
(Speaking as someone who will never show on her 13.1 pinto pony).
I wonder if he’s a bit of a paranoid schizophrenic. I had a friend who was, and her version of events we both experienced was interesting. We couldn’t eat at a certain restaurant because they tried to poison her (actually, our service was very slow). Cell phones are evil because one purposely got her lost in the middle of nowhere (didn’t know how to follow directions). Everyone was out to get her.
If he was trying to get a gig at 2:30 pm he is far far from being a patriot.
That’s where she went - UC Davis. She was class of 1990.
There were quite a few people in the bar across from where I worked but that was in the evening.
People wanted company on that horrible day. The televisions in the bar were all tuned to the news channels and no one was playing music. I stopped there on my way home after work.
Everyone was in shock and feeling helpless.
Yes bars were crowded. Which I get. But folks were focused on the event, not on trying to negotiate their music career.
No. There was no music in the bar. Not even the juke box and none of the local musicians that were there offered to play.
It was a terrible day. I went home and got the little American flags that we had for the 4th of July and brought them to work the next day and gave some to the bar. There wasn’t a flag to be had in town because they were all sold out.
There was nothing else to do, but have a little flag. It was such a helpless feeling, shared by everyone.