It's been awhile since I rode on a tractor. Decades, probably. And even that was a rusty old Massey Ferguson, probably perched on my granda's knee. So imagine my surprise when I climbed into the cab of this monster, and it was air conditioned, had a radio, a computer to spread exactly the right amount of fertilizer on each bit of land and pretty much drove itself. Read Orlan Love's story over here.
