hillbilly in the city

The harvests are getting really heavy. 600 pounds of tomatoes. 700 ears of corn. 140 melons. Buckets of carrots weighing more than certain crewmembers. It's so heavy and cumbersome that we haul it all back to the barn in pickup trucks, instead of the garden carts we used for the early summer, leafy-green harvests. So sometimes, when you take said truck into a nearby tawny suburb for an ice-cream happy hour, and the driver of the truck notices a burning smell from the cab, you might check to make sure you aren't towing several stalks and at least a few ears of corn, wedged between the tail pipe and jammed in the grill.

You can take the hillbilly out of the farm, but you can't get the farm out of a F150's grill.