Deere me! That’s some showroom you have out there in Moline, Illinois.
I mean, take a look at Jimmy’s face. Tell me that smile doesn’t come with enough sunshine to take the frost out of the back forty.
I was trying not to be the Grinch that stole Christmas as my husband moved from one green machine to the next, oohing and aweing at regular intervals spaced an agonizing 10 minutes apart (okay, maybe 5 minutes, but time seems to stand still when you think you've bought the farm). Jimmy was ready to sell the farm to get his hands on your Vintage Waterloo Boy (circa 1917).
Here's to being King of the Hill!