I can hardly believe it has been a week since I last posted. In fact, I really think one post was lost somewhere.

The farming finally got busy this week.

It is kind of like do or die. We HAVE to plant, so we had better get to it! I needed to run the harrow over the ground that was ripped, I figured this would be a relatively quick and simple process. The harrow is 53 feet wide, I planned on running 7 miles per hour or so, so the 1000+ acres should have been a quick job.

Wrong.

I decided to run at a forty-five degree angle to the direction the ground was ripped. I began hitting the shifter, 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th, 12th, 11th, 10th, 9th. Talk about bounce! I was hold ing onto the wheel for dear life! I finally set in on about 4.3 miles per hour, and I was still getting tossed about.

By the end of the first day I felt like I had been in a prize fight and I was the prize! I hurt all over.

The second field was no better. In fact there were times I would gear down to cross terraces that had been mouldboarded up. Of course part of the problem was the ride, but other issues included the tractor and the plow.

I began experiencing some guidance issues and they told me I was trying to run too fast!

On Tuesday, just about 4pm. I made a turn and saw something out of the corner of my eye. A wiing gauge wheel was off aand flipping through the air. My firat iniclination was a wheel bearing, but closer scrutiny revealed a busted hub and wheel.

Brent, who owns the plow had gone to a funeral in Oklahoma, so I began doing research for parts. As it turns out the manufacturer sold out last October. To further complicate things, they had done an up grade to a heavier hub and wheel. If it was mine, I would want the biggest baddest upgrade. But I needed to clear it with Brent.

On Thursday morning Brent called me and told me not to buy any parts, he had them in his shop. Later in the day he cut the smaller spindle off and replaced it with a heavier, new and improved model.

By 4p.m. I was back in the field, running until 10:42. That made for a short night in Abilene, then back on the tractor Friday, moving to Memama's last place and only Jason remaining farm left on the horizon by Saturday night.

Today I am taking off.

Today is the holy grail of racing. The Indy 500 and the Coca-Cola 600.

I can remember growing up and riding the bus on boys club trips listening to the Indy 500 radio broadcast on a transistor radio. Back then there was no television broadcast.

To add order to my day I went to eight o'clock church to clear my day!

They are rolling onto the track. I had better get!

Have a day!

FATHER, thank YOU for a productive week. I continue to ask for YOUR rain blessing. To YOU be the glory!