Life in the Fast Lane

Real rock and roll man.

The boyz are all in da hood, strutting their stuff.

Their wheels are all wicked man, well trick.

Blinged up to the max.

Pimp my tractor.

Lock up your daughters, once these dude's have finished their vintage ploughing competition they go wild!

This was my very first, vintage ploughing match experience. Crazy I know. How have I survived 41 years without attending one of these...

The rules appeared to be quite simple. You had a rectangle, and you had to plough it!

But the precision, accuracy and anal retentiveness which goes in to it is astounding. Tape measures and marking poles are de rigeur. The ploughs were tricked up with extra levers, pulleys, knobs and widgets to adjust the height/angle/depth/width/colour of your furrow. Participants were even raking the soil before they ploughed it!!!

As you can tell from this farmer, all participants follow a strict diet and fitness programme - centred mainly around the bacon roll wagon and the real ale/cider tent.