We don't want to be on the road any more than you want us there..

We don't want to be on the road any more than you want us there.

In a perfect world, every field we farm would be connected. Every customer we help, every hay field we cut, every crop we harvest would be right next door to the last one.

But that's not reality.

Today's farms often mean traveling between fields, helping neighbors, moving equipment from one job to the next, and covering miles of back roads to get where we need to be.

We know farm equipment is large.

We know it can slow traffic down.

We know it can be frustrating when you're trying to get somewhere.

But we ask that when you see farm equipment on the road, you slow down, stay alert, and give us a little grace.

Please don't pass unless it's safe.

If you see us slowing down or preparing to turn, give us room. Many pieces of equipment need extra space to make a turn, and what looks like we're moving over may actually be us setting up for that turn.

Most importantly, remember there is a person inside that cab.

Someone's husband.

Someone's wife.

Someone's mom or dad.

Someone's son or daughter.

And sometimes, it's the next generation riding along and learning the life they love.

As our own children get older, this message hits a little closer to home. What used to be just us moving equipment now often includes the next generation watching, learning, and riding beside us.

When you see a tractor, combine, sprayer, or hay equipment on the road, you're not just seeing a machine.

You're seeing someone trying to get home safely at the end of a long day.

A day that may have started before sunrise.

A week that's been filled with long hours, hot temperatures, and whatever challenges farming decided to throw our way.

So if you happen to me

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