Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a tractor driver in Goor is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the road on the N346, cruisin’ past the old church on the Markt. That place is ancient, like, I swear it’s seen more drama than a soap opera. Anyway, I’m just mindin’ my own business, when BAM! A pigeon decides to take a dump on my windshield. Like, really? I’m just tryin’ to drive here!
So, I pull over on the Laan van de Kruideniers. I’m scrubbing away, and this old lady walks by. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like it’s been through a war. She says, “You should be more careful, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not the one who’s poopin’ on the job!” But whatever, I just smile and nod.
After that, I head to the Goorseweg. It’s a long stretch, and I’m thinkin’ about how I love this town. Goor’s got charm, ya know? The houses are all cute, and the people are friendly. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike swerves right in front of me. I slam the brakes, and my heart’s racin’. Kid just laughs and pedals away. I’m like, “What’s wrong with you, man?!”
Finally, I get to the field I’m supposed to work on. It’s near the Goorse Molen, which is a cool spot. I’m all set to plow, and then it starts raining. Of course! Just my luck. I’m sittin’ there, tractor idling, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m stuck here.”
But then, outta nowhere, this rainbow pops up. I mean, it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m sittin’ in my tractor, lookin’ at this rainbow, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like Goor’s way of sayin’, “Chill out, buddy. Life’s good.”
So, I’m sittin’ there, feelin’ all zen, when my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Jan. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the pub later!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, after this crazy day, I need a drink.”
After the rain stops, I finally get to work. I’m plowin’ away, and it feels good. The smell of fresh earth, the sound of the tractor—it’s my jam. But then, I hit a rock. Not just any rock, a massive one. My tractor shakes, and I’m like, “Oh no, not today!”
I hop out, and I’m ready to throw hands with this rock. But then I see it’s just a stupid boulder. I’m like, “Really? You think you can stop me?” I manage to move it, but I’m covered in mud. I look like I just crawled outta a swamp.
Finally, I finish up and head to the pub on de Korenbloemstraat. I walk in, and everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m a mud monster. I laugh it off, order a beer, and tell my stories. They love it! I’m the star of the night.
So, yeah, Goor’s a wild place. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a day like this? Just another day in the life of a tractor driver, right? Cheers to that!