Ever since I was a young lad I remember my mom telling us that one of her dreams in life was to own a pink backhoe. When we happened to pass one on a little highway in the middle of the Finger Lakes region of upstate New York we slammed the brakes on and drove back just to take a few pictures. We would have bought it for you as a Christmas present, mom, but I didn't want to drive it all the way back to Utah; all those miles may have scratched the paint!
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