Kind of reminds me of a story back when I was a kid. It's related because we had pastures on both sides of the road, so when my Grandfather said to bring in the cows I did. The problem was there was a bull among them.
So the cows start crossing the road, but as they do here comes a car. Well sorry, farming comes first. Well this one heifer stopped and sure enough, the bull proceeds to do what a bull is meant to do when on a dairy farm, if you catch my drift. Well he gets all done, the heifer lights up a cigarette, starts puffing away and then sunders out of the road.
I look at the car and there is these two old women in it with out of state plates with eyes as big as dinner plates. Yeah kind of like that.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"