- Just don't start arguing now.
So dad you go first, right?
We wave an Ursus C-330 from 1975. It's been at our farm since it was brand new.
The luck would have it that the "thirty" came into our farm. It was drawn.
We won the jackpot at the lottery.
We won the jackpot at the lottery. Maybe not us, dad did.
My father, your grandpa.
It's a shame that I couldn't go with you to collect it.
Sadly so. That's what happened. That's how she came into our farm.
It was the winter of the century in 1979. The roads were covered with snow, so father drove me in the "thirty" to my prom, because it was the only equipment that could handle the conditions on the road. I'm sorry, I've got emotional. Because if it hadn't been for the "thirty", I would have had to skied or walked.
Everyone in the area say that you couldn't even see me from behind the wheel yet and I was already driving the thirty. When I learnt to drive and do some work in the field, I knew I was going to be ploughing the next day. Because dad always got the plough ready, attached it etc. so I could plough. And I couldn't wait for the sunrise, so I could get up, get into the thirty and start ploughing. I woke up very early that morning, dad had already left, because he was working in the field. And the thirty with the plough was standing in the yard. I practically ran towards it and got in. I looked down and there was a piece of paper on the seat. Dad wrote me a telegram: "Mr Operator, water, fuel and oil have been filled up. The equipment is ready for work". And with that piece of paper I knew I didn't have to check anything. I could sit down and go ploughing.
Ursus will stay on the farm for sure. We will take care of him just as we always do.