Hers not His: Jess McGee

Howdy, My name is Jess. I contract milk 230 dairy cows, just outside of Matamata in the mighty Waikato!

 I've got a filthy 2015 Holden Colorado, she's kissed more posts than I can count but she goes like the clappers, she's solid as all hell, will tow anything and loves muddin' on farm.

As soon as the temp drops under 5 degrees, the rado becomes my get the cows vehicle.

The heater on her would singe the skin off a muddy pig and she never misses a beat. I've had that thing stuck more times than I care to mention, but a bit of mud from every place I go sits lovingly on her like a tattoo you'll never regret.

The woofs love a ride on the tray, where they have to find a spot to ground themselves between standards and reels, empty metabolic bags, bits of wire, fencing tools and some empties that keep piling up.

On the inside she smells like shit, has enough vet drugs to warrant a vet license and enough needles and syringes that a cop would give me a side eye if I was pulled over.

You can find a bog roll in the glove box, and tampons in the ash tray for cases of emergency when one of the kids gets a blood nose.

I reckon there's probably 100 bucks of coins floating around in there somewhere too and a few AB gloves just incase.

There's always a four shot long black or a purple V slinging around in the drink holder and enough pie wrappers to feed the ants when they make camp.

My favourite thing about this Ute is the looks I get from the number plate and the constant jokes I make when I'm reversing, cause there's nothing like yelling WANNA DO IT REVERSE COWGIRL every time I have to back out of or into something!

This beast runs on country music more than it runs on diesel, and youll always hear a banger country tune coming from the stereo. Picks of the week on the country playlist include Randy Travis, some Lainey wilson and a bit of Riley Green.

 I swear I'll cry when this thing dies, but with only 240,000 clicks on her, she's got a lot of life left.