Man, what a day! I swear, being a tractor driver in Ommoord is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the chaos ahead. Ommoord, this little gem in the Netherlands, is usually chill, but today? Nah, not today.
First off, I hit the road on the Kralingseweg. You know, the one that’s always got those cyclists zooming past like they’re in the Tour de France? I’m just tryna get to my first job, and these folks are acting like they own the road. I’m like, “Yo, I’m driving a tractor here! Give me some space!” But they just keep whizzing by. I mean, come on, I’m not a speed bump!
So, I finally get to this field near the Ommoord park. Beautiful spot, right? Trees everywhere, birds chirping. But then, bam! My tractor decides it’s had enough. Just stops. Dead. I’m sitting there, sweating like a pig, thinking, “Great, just great.” I pop the hood, and it looks like a spaghetti mess in there. I’m no mechanic, but I know enough to know I’m in deep trouble.
While I’m wrestling with the engine, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, laughing their heads off. I’m like, “What’s so funny, huh?” They just point at me, and I’m thinking, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, kiddos. One day, you’ll be stuck in a tractor too!” But deep down, I’m kinda chuckling too. Kids are hilarious.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally get the beast running again. I’m back on the road, feeling like a champ. But then, I hit the Ommoordseweg, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Traffic everywhere! I’m stuck behind this old lady driving 20 km/h. I’m losing my mind. I mean, c’mon! I could walk faster than this! I’m yelling at my windshield, “Let’s go, grandma!” But she’s just cruising along, probably reminiscing about the good ol’ days.
Finally, I get to the next job, and it’s at this farm on the Hesseplaats. Beautiful place, but the owner? Total character. He’s got this wild beard and talks like he’s from the 1800s. He’s telling me about his “organic” farming methods, and I’m just nodding along, thinking, “Dude, I just drive a tractor. I don’t need a history lesson.” But he’s passionate, I’ll give him that.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, tractor running, rain pouring, and I can’t help but laugh. This is my life, right? Just me and my trusty tractor, battling the elements. I’m like a modern-day knight, but instead of armor, I’ve got a raincoat.
After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. The fields are glistening, and I’m feeling all poetic. I’m thinking, “Maybe this job ain’t so bad after all.” But then, I get a call. My boss is like, “Hey, we need you at the other side of Ommoord, like, now!” I’m like, “Seriously? I just got here!” But you know how it is. Gotta hustle.
So, I’m racing through the streets, dodging potholes and cyclists again. I swear, if I see one more bike, I might lose it. I finally get to the new site, and it’s a mess. Mud everywhere. I’m sinking in, tractor wheels spinning like crazy. I’m yelling, “Come on, you can do it!” It’s like a motivational speech for my tractor.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I park my tractor, and I’m just sitting there, staring at the sunset over Ommoord. It’s beautiful, man. All the craziness fades away. I think about the kids, the old lady, the farmer, and I realize, this is what it’s all about. The chaos, the laughter, the unexpected moments.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Ommoord. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!