Pimp My Tractor

I'm not usually fascinated by transport trucks, but in India I stare at each one that rumbles past like a gobsmacked 4 year old boy. In a country where over-the-top ornamentation is the norm, trucks truly outdo themselves. Every available surface is covered in a rainbow of colour - small murals of Indian landscapes, Hindu gods, flowers, and the front windows are festooned with cascades of pom-poms and brightly coloured aluminum banners like you'd see at a tacky New Year's Eve party.

Farmers get into it too, and I often wonder how they can see out the front window of their tractors for all the tassles and ribbons. Usually hindi music is blaring loudly from the speakers as though at any moment a gaggle of Bollywood dancers might pop out of nowhere, dodging cow patties as they shake their hips across the fields. Apparently professional artists are hired to do the actual work, so perhaps this is a new career idea for me - definitely an avenue for creative expression, and something I could do from the farm! But more importantly, I've been looking for the appropriate souvenir for my Dad, and I think I may have found it. Because upon reflection, I think his tractor is missing a little something. I imagine that if Blake starts driving the backroads of Bosanquet Township with his tractor decorated in tassles and floral garlands this summer he might get some looks, but I think it's important to keep your public on their toes.