Hop on Old Betsy for a joyride through autumn's golden glory, where the leaves are crunchy underfoot and the air smells like nostalgia mixed with gasoline. Swing by that vintage gas pump—it's still holding its own, just like your uncle who insists he's not that old. Perfect for when you're reminiscing about those lazy fall afternoons spent wandering among pear trees, dodging falling fruit, and feeling like time's got nothing on you. 🚜🍂⛽🌳🍐