"Chances are good that, if you have to dress up in jeans and hiking boots, talk about how you lived on a farm, and talk about cussing, in order to be seen as the "common man," you aren't a "common man.""
Absolutely. And notice how the tractor was conveniently a John Deere, which even West Side Manhattanites know means "farm equipment". I have ridden on two tractors in my life, one in Massachusetts when I was a kid and we used to get two or three of us on it at one time, riding through my friend's cornfield [which we did all the time, despite their parents warning that the insurance did not cover it] the second time a few years ago, up in Oregon. Both of the tractors were Fords - a '56 and a '41.
Kerry is so out of it, that he is incapable of cluing into the transparent phoniness of his stories. In other words, he can't even fake it. He is not reaching out to the common man at all, but instead is reaching out to some yuppie notion of what a common man is.
(a) Even deign to acknowledge the NASCAR rabble;
(b) Be photographed holding a shotgun.