The farmers all rode their tractors, and soon other farm states had tractor rallies.

To avoid driving to Kansas City, the farmer rode with friends.

The farmer rode his shiny blue bicycle to the village blacksmith's hut today to get his wheat thresher repaired.

One hundred and fifty years ago, a white farmer named James K. Tomlinson rode through central Texas in a covered wagon and settled 15 acres of pasture land.

"The farmer probably rode to town, went to a disco and still hasn't come back."

This pattern persists, but in 1992 farmers ride to their lands by pickup trucks.

The farmer had ridden straight through for more than a day; the sighting of a dark elf often had such effects on simple villagers.

Inland, foragers and farmers ride a thaw-frost seesaw.

Other farmers ride carts behind puttering tractors or even mules as sleek black Audis with tinted windows glide by.

The farmer in Kansas, riding his tractor in the heat of the day, sweating and aching and looking out over acres of his own land.