Loader Tractors

The summer of 2013 I was 15 and my dad was teaching me how to drive the loader tractor because my grandfather was injured and he was the one who typically drove the loader tractor. It was haying season which was a busy time of the year and my dad was in need of help and I was the only one who had my tractors license on the farm because my brother and sister were too young. My dad first showed me the basics, where the break, clutch, and shifter were. Then he stared to teach me how to shift. I knew all the elements that had to be put together in order to drive the tractor. He taught me how to drive it in our back yard first so that way if I hit anything it wouldn’t be too big of a deal (well it was still a big deal because if I hit something it would …show more content…
He didn’t seem overly concerned so I figured that he was also confided in my driving. So one afternoon about a week after I had learned to shift the tractor I went with my dad to go get the hay, he was ahead of me with the wagon and I followed behind. He pulled out of the driveway and I pulled out shortly after. As I was going down the road I was feeling very confident in myself because I had shifted to second and third gear, and I was ready to shift to fourth and I was approaching a hill. I thought nothing of it and travelled up the hill and just as I got to the top of the hill I stalled the tractor putting it into fourth gear. I began to panic because I didn’t know what to do; everything that I knew seemed to escape from my brain at the moment. I had lost all of my confident and was stuck and didn’t know what to do. There was a car coming up the hill behind me and I had to think of something, so I shifted the tractor into neutral and turned it on. I then put it into first gear and was able to get moving again. I had finally made it to the field where my dad was waiting and he couldn’t figure what had taken me so long so I had to explain it to