The farmer has been looking for a four wheel drive vehicle to replace our beloved Badger. Here she was in all her glory.

It was actually an old Montero.

But, that’s beside the point. We all called it The Badger.

This made it official.

My father-in-law paid $300 for it and everytime I rode in it, I couldn’t help but feel like a National Geographic photographer somewhere in Africa. Ponytail. Camera in tow. Roughing it. Bugs in my face due to the lack of a windshield. Soggy bottom due to the ever-present moisture in the seats. Holding on for dear life because the driver was crazy and the vehicle had no shocks.You know…the whole works.

It was really nice to have, though, because you just can’t haul everything with a four-wheeler.

Anyway, Badger went kaput and we’ve gone a long while without something like it.

Enter this to save the day. The farmer picked it up Sunday.

I saw it and I didn’t even know what to say.

Actually, all I could say was, “You gotta be kidding me.”

And the farmer with this big, goofy grin on his face says, “FREE!”

You know that fake, dramatic cry that Lucille Ball does? Well….that’s me right now. Dust in my mouth due to the lack of a back glass. Lots of spitting, by the way. Random red pieces of headliner falling from above as we drive over bumps. Another stickshift that I can’t drive. You know…the whole works.

No delusions of grandeur for this girl.

Nope.

Just over here chowin’ down on humble pie.

Breauna

P.S. My husband is giddy.