It's organised mayhem really.
They stay glued to their seats and run havoc with just their grit and technique. Nothing escapes them. Nothing hides. They get burnt in the sun throughout. They smile and wave and bob their heads in excitement.
They stay glued to their seats and run havoc with just their grit and technique. Nothing escapes them. Nothing hides. They get burnt in the sun throughout. They smile and wave and bob their heads in excitement.
They are also the last to leave, way past seven.
They confound us all.
Master and Musician.
Both drive tractors.Both know their machines very intimately.
Both kick some serious ass.
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