Backhoe ballet

The backhoe ballet, at the Center for Maximum Potential Building Systems, was fantastic. A little slow, a little ridiculous, and unexpectedly touching.

The two backhoes drove out and circled each other warily. The drivers swiveled in unison in their seats and ground the gears until they stopped, reared up on their hydraulics, and lurched from side to side.

They gradually came together to extend and cross their dumper thingies. They flirted, kissed, and pulled each other around. Finally, as the last of the daylight faded, they came to rest opposite of each other and raised up as high as they could go as a low plane drifted in overhead and the violinist played the backup warning noise over and over again: Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. It was beautiful. It was also hard not to laugh.

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