When you live in the Great White North you come up with innovative ways to entertain yourselves whenever the sun is shining and the land is not locked up in the annual Mini-Ice-Age. Here is a perfect example of what can happen when you get a bunch of motorheads and farmers together. One thing these guys share is an appreciation of the basics of structure, and the form, fit, and function of a fundamentally successful design that has survived down through the ages.
Girls, that is...
So here is a few shots of what we called the Great Combine Crash of '86. Old and defunct combines were stripped down and re-painted in garish livery and ornamented with young women in various revealing outfits.
Then the combines were sent into battle against each other in a sort of corn-fed Demolition Derby where each tried as hard as it could to violently disable the others by crashing into each other in an inherently destructive manner.

Equity's Mighty Blue Thunder. During the festivities we suffered a two-inch puncture wound to the right-side driver tire. We pulled it off, tore it apart, patched it and had it ready for the next heat. Eat your heart out, NASCAR!
This is the kind of shit that happens when you get a bunch of cowboys and John Deere pilots together that are looking for new and exciting ways to entertain themselves..."I know! Let's get some farm machinery and some cute girls together and bang into each other with them!"
All of these people are having a great time, I'm telling you...this is one way to get sexy, half-naked girls to hang out with a bunch of tobacco-chewing, sweat-stained farmboys...
You might think that I showed up just to take pictures of scantily-clad girls, but that's not true...
This was the only picture I took of a girl I that actually posed for me. I think she liked me. She never called me an asshole, anyway.	That one guy there is really checking out the red combine.
This was the Equity Supply crew. All of these people are twenty years older now. Even the blonde cutie...ain't life a bitch?	These guys were all supposed to grow beards and wear orange shirts but some of the girls just couldn't get it done...
This one got the "Ugly" prize. Orange shirt is saying to blue shirt,"You can't hurt it, Dewy, I got the rotor in my pocket." The girl is saying to orange shirt, "Is that a rotor in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Blue shirt is saying, "Vroom! Vroom!"	Her: "My mom is going to kill me. She told me , 'Find yourself a nice heroin junkie, dear, and stay away from that rowdy farmer crowd.' I should have listened to her...God, I should have listened to her." Him: "Damn it, they told me PNDLR."
This was our little darlin' blonde...I don't remember her name. She was definitely the prettiest of the lot of Crash Cuties. These days she's probably selling real estate and trying to salvage her fourth marriage.	I know you can't read her lips, but trust me, she is saying, "You can shove that camera right up your ass, dickhead."
The guy with the beer back there is telling the cowboy, "Someday they'll make a movie about guys like you and me, Maurice, and it'll get an Academy Award..." She's saying, "I have to pee."	"Yuck! I stepped in some dogshit..."
She's adjusting something and Commander Vann is making sure it's done in the correct and proper manner. It's all about rules, y'know...	This was an accident. I didn't mean to hit the shutter button... but the girl in the yellow shirt thinks otherwise. She did call me an asshole...
Unfortunately, I used up all of my film before the actual Farm-All Fisticuffs began so...sorry, but this is all I have to show you...