I don’t want to make my weekly posts complaint sessions, but I have to make an exception for this one.

Tuesday night, I was helping to move loaded hay wagons from a field less than two miles away from my parents’ farm. It was after work, but not anywhere near dark. It was shortly before 6 p.m. in fact.

I followed my dad, who had the tractor over to the field. When I jumped in my vehicle, I thought “Ahhh.. nothing to this..”

Then I got an awakening.

As we were pulling into the field, the vehicles behind us started to pass us. No big deal, right? Wrong!

They started passing and not even giving a second look to the other lane. In fact, I saw one vehicle pushed over the rumble strip into the gravel as a car passed us. They just took off. They didn’t even wave or beep to say I’m sorry to the other vehicle. I kind of just closed my eyes and gasped.

I’m using the pronoun “they” because it was men and women. It was cars and trucks. It wasn’t limited to one identifying marker.

On the way back to the home farm, it was a little bit better. I have no clue why. I don’t know if it was the traffic pattern on the way back or the passing zones going the other way that made the difference.

The vehicles were passing and appeared to be giving the road at least a glance before passing. Let me explain, a glance but not a second look!

I guess my nerves are just not good for that kind of stuff. (Let’s just say there were some words that came out of my mouth that I don’t usually say!) On the other hand, my dad didn’t even flinch. He just said it gets worse as the years pass.

I’ve heard comments about my driving and these people didn’t even compare to my driving on my worst days! My question was really? This many people have that many emergencies? Or that many places to be all at the exact time?

I guess my complaint is slow down and look before you pass farm machinery. Sometimes, there is no way to see what is coming the other way and unfortunately in the case of the combine, they aren’t going to be able to move to let you back in the lane!

Let’s remember (I know I’m probably complaining to the wrong group of people.) to take a deep breath and slow down. That might make the difference this harvest season between a safe trip or a tragedy on the roadways.

Kristy Foster Seachrist lives in Columbiana County raising sheep and horses with her husband, Kurt. She earned her degree from Youngstown State University and has worked in both print and broadcast journalism.
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