Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a tractor driver in Barcs is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’, birds chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on Kossuth Lajos utca. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and people? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, just me and my trusty ol’ tractor, Bessie. She’s a beast, but man, she’s got a mind of her own sometimes. Anyway, I’m rollin’ down the street, and suddenly, this pigeon decides to play chicken with me. Like, dude, you really wanna test my patience? I swerve, almost take out a lamppost. Not cool, man, not cool.
So, I finally make it to the fields near the Barcs Thermal Bath. You know, the place where everyone goes to chill and soak? Yeah, I’m out there, plowing away, and I see this group of kids. They’re throwin’ a frisbee, laughin’, havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could join.” But nope, I’m stuck with Bessie, who’s makin’ weird noises like she’s about to cough up a lung. Great.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy János shows up. He’s got this wild idea to race me. A tractor race? Seriously? I’m like, “Dude, we’re not in a Fast and Furious movie.” But he’s all pumped, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this!” We line up on the edge of the field, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a disaster.”
3…2…1… GO! We take off, and I’m givin’ it all I got. Bessie’s chugging along, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, János pulls ahead. I’m like, “No way!” I hit the gas, and suddenly, Bessie starts sputtering. I’m yellin’, “C’mon, girl! Don’t fail me now!” But she’s not havin’ it. János zooms past, laughin’ like a maniac. I’m fuming, but also kinda impressed.
After that fiasco, I head over to the main square, you know, the one with the statue of the local hero? Yeah, that place. I’m just tryin’ to grab a bite at the little food stand. I order a lángos, and while I’m waitin’, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. So, I hop outta Bessie, and I’m like, “Hey, let me help ya!” She’s super grateful, and I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside.
But then, as I’m walkin’ back, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I spill my lángos all over my shirt. Now I’m covered in garlic sauce, lookin’ like a total mess. I can’t help but laugh. “Just my luck,” I think.
Finally, I wrap up my day, headin’ back home. I’m cruisin’ down the streets of Barcs, thinkin’ about all the craziness. I pass by the Barcs River, and it’s so peaceful. I take a deep breath, and for a second, everything feels right.
But then, I remember the pigeon, the race, and the garlic sauce. I chuckle to myself. “What a day!” I think. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Barcs may be wild, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.