Last month we went to go look at a wagon my father found on CL. Nice wagon, with working brakes and for the price it was for sale we would have never been able to build one [as we had otherwise planned]. The guy was injured and was selling all his horses and horse paraphernalia. Which I hate to see anyone have to give up what they love, but it provided a great opportunity for us to have a usable wagon. We loved it, but didn't have the money for it at that time. He showed us his other carts, and in this process I heard a loud bray from a point where I could not see.
Well, of course, I asked if I could see the donkey.
He was a cute one, and was tied out to a brush hog with a chicken coop for a shelter and a pyramid of round bales which he carved into at will. The guy told us he was for sale, and told us how his son used to drive him. From there I was just like; driving donkey OH BOY! Long story short, I told myself if he drove half-way decent that I was bringing him home. Next day we came out, hooked him to the cart, and everything was groovy. Their were some skills to be desired, but I was bringing home a project just like everything else.
So here is my driving donkey, Franklin. (Formerly known as Donkey. ) He is a very good boy. In the few times I have driven him he impressed me. He was a bit rusty, but has improved with practice. I even remodeled his cart, which was worn out and ghastly. So, lest I make you wait, here is Franklin.