While I was working on the front suspension of my '63 Chev, (this being the truck reference) my wife comes running into the shop and tells me to hurry outside. When I get out there, I see a hotair balloon landing in my hayfield. Within minutes about six chase vehicle and my dad come screaming down my driveway. We show them how to get to the balloon and watch them tear it down. My son even got to help some. He was grinning from ear to ear, asking a million questions which they answered. The pilot gave us her card and asked if we would be interested in a flight. Man I would, but my wife was having a panic attack just thinking about it. It's a good thing we just got that hay baled yesterday, or this situation wouldn't have been so cool.
Scott
