Man, what a day! I swear, being a tractor driver in Sobotka 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 my trusty ol’ tractor. You know, the one that’s seen better days? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ down ul. Wrocławska, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Sobotka? I thought this place was supposed to be peaceful. Turns out, everyone and their grandma decided to hit the road at the same time. I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a madman.
Finally, I get past the mess. I’m rollin’ down ul. Słowiańska, and I see this cute little café. The smell of fresh coffee hits me. I’m like, “Dude, I need that!” So, I pull over. I grab a coffee, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna be awake for a week.” But she laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too.
After my caffeine fix, I’m back on the road. I’m headin’ towards the park by ul. Lechitów. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids are playin’, dogs are runnin’ around, and I’m just tryin’ to navigate my tractor through it all. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike swerves right in front of me! I slam the brakes, and my heart’s racin’. I’m like, “Kid, you tryna give me a heart attack?”
So, I finally get to the job site. It’s a field near ul. Główna. I’m supposed to plow this thing, but the ground is rock hard. I’m thinkin’, “What did I sign up for?” I’m wrestlin’ with the tractor, and it’s like a bad relationship—lots of push and pull, but no progress. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and my patience is runnin’ thin.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Tomek shows up. He’s got this wild idea to race me. I’m like, “Dude, we’re not in a Fast and Furious movie!” But he’s persistent. So, we line up our tractors, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna end badly.” And guess what? It does! We take off, and I hit a bump. My tractor bounces, and I’m airborne for a second. I’m laughin’ and yellin’, “I’m a tractor pilot now!”
After the race, I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, I get a call. My boss is like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Sobotka, livin’ my best life!” He’s not amused. Apparently, I’m late for a delivery. So, I hop back on my tractor, and I’m zoomin’ down ul. Słowiańska again.
I finally make the delivery, and the guy’s like, “Took you long enough!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, I’m not a superhero!” But I smile and hand him the paperwork.
As the sun sets, I’m drivin’ back home, and I can’t help but reflect. Sobotka’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I pull into my driveway, exhausted but happy.
What a day, right? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without traffic. Or a day with less spilled coffee. But hey, that’s life in Sobotka!