On the road in Connecticut. The farms are few and far between in this state. The farmers all seem to struggle with finding enough crop land and sometimes travel 15 miles to a corn field- trucking manure, plows, and silage to and from and holding up the many commuters that live in the fields and work in the cities. I guess in one way or another we are all an inconvenience to someone. My van shifts poorly and I was told by my mechanic to drive like my father, 0 to 50 in 60 seconds. I feel like I am driving a tractor sometimes and I see the look of frustration in my rear view.
