The landing site

Their ship has a large doughnut gasbag, which is around an egg like space capsule with the shell made out of what looked like corrugated siding, at least that's what I thought it was.  The gasbag, which was, I swear, made out'a rubberized canvas, was filled with a lighter than "our air mixture" gas.  This is why I didn't hear them land.  They must of cut their engine in the stratosphere and drifted down.  The engine was a jet type of thing attached to the main ship by a line of about 150 yards or so.  It was laying about 140 yards away from the main ship.
The three Thurgonians had piled into the cockpit. I could see that there was a modest living space down below, and no window, that is excluding the cockpit.  The later was capped with a glass dome that offered a 180 degree unobstructed view.  I was invited up and sat in the cockpit trying out the controls, this was extremely confusing.  One of the Thurgians had apparently been tidying up the living quarters and when it was done I took a look at that, it was very utilitarian.  I hooked a chain up to the engine and towed it in,  had to put the truck in low.  We spent the rest of that day towing and securing their ship.

Truck Ride

  The weather was starting to clear up and I could see the ship out in the center of the field.  After putting it to them that It would be better for all of us to tow their ship into the barn, we all piled into my truck.  The body of the average Thurgian doesn't fit well into a human car seat.  They tried but couldn't fit, but were very impressed all the same.  I had to put down the rear seat and they rode in the cargo space.  At first I thought they were leering at me, but I then realized they were in fact ogling the instrumentation.  Seems as though they had never seen such sophisticated display, I wondered just how they had gotten here.  I started up the truck and took off for the field, this apparently was a good time to them and they jiggled and bounced down to the ship.  Of course I had to open the hood once we were down at the landing site.  Oh I was curious about their ship all right, but they were very insistent about taking a look at my engine.  The fuel injectors were a hit, although when we got around to the type of fuel it used and that it was an internal combustion engine they seemed dumbfounded.  That's when I think they knew they could take us.

Bibs: For Air Circulation

       The red truck was not Jen's favorite, the air ride system right down to her seat was flat, and if she hit a big bump she would bottom out with a clunk.  It looked as though the seat could be slid back further than it did, which pissed her off, she could have used the extra leg room.  The steering wheel was too close, and no matter how they were adjusted, the vents always seem to blow in her face, requiring her to put on quite a bit of moisturizer, that facilitated the adhesion on dirt, resulting in a thorough pumice cleansing every night that left her so skin raw that a special night time moisturiser had to be used.  The sun beating through the driver side window tended to just affect one side of her body: she wore thin white leather gloves, a long sleeve canvas shirt, and a soft long sleeve under garment; bibs: for air flow, a wide brim hat with the side tied down on windy days, and pair of goggles that were disguise as stylish sunglasses.