school run the rural way

I was walking with the basset along a country road near our home, when a huge tractor pulling a wood-laden cart screeched around a curve and came straight at me at full speed. Needless to say, I moved away from its path, wondering why the young farmers always drove this recklessly. As it sped past me, I caught a glimpse of the cabin's occupants: a young child in full school garb, and grandpa steering straight ahead with gritted teeth...late for school, again!