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Richard Barton lives in Burgess. Burgess is an unincorporated little undiscovered jewel of Mercer County that contains, acre for acre, the best people around. Richard had a Ford pickup that he tweaked into a lean, mean, green, machine. In fact for a few years this deceptive looking truck was a staple at the county fair. It became quite an event and Richard enlisted some of his friends as his pit crew. It was an honorary thing, of course, we sure looked professional and snazzy among the other friends-of with our green polos that sported our logo and on the sleeve "Richard's Rod - Burgess, Illinois" on the sleeve.

Alas, the green machine is no more, however, a victim of time, money and a bad curve in the road.




Andrea and Richard Barton

                            
In a truck pull they tie sled to the back end, and the truck drags it while weights shift making it tougher to go forward.  When the truck stops either because of too much weight or a blown engine, the pull ends.  They then measure the distance to see how far the truck went.  I learned all that from my pit crew days.









Richard's Rod dragging the sled.



Give 'er Hell, Richard!


It's a loud evening with bootleg adult beverages and lots of fun.  Thanks Richard for having me on your team. The Green Team, Richard's Rod Squad, Team Green Dream, Green Team Dream, see the fun is endless.  Get another truck, Richard.

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