Yup, destiny with the watermelons had arrived!  Just don't mention watermelons if you ever see me.

I went back to full throttle and made a climbing turn to the north after taking a shot of Ralph's.  I set trim to a climb and turned the GPS on.  I was climbing to my cruising altitude and paying too much attention to my GPS when suddenly the prop came to an abrupt stop and it got very quiet.   Immediately I nosed over for best glide, glanced at my water temperature which read 190° and said to myself, "I have just seized my engine.  Stupid!   Stupid!  I should have paid more attention to my engine!"  I was at 1000 AGL, not much time but enough to make a good landing.  There was a 2 lane blacktop road directly in front of me clear of signs and power lines.  "Great!   This is better than I could have hoped!"  I got on the radio to Ralph's to let him know I was going down, "Koch UNICOM, Koch UNICOM, ultralight echo zero zero one romeo lima declaring an emergency.  I'm going down 3 miles north on a road."  No response.  I double-checked my descent and intended landing area.  "Koch UNICOM, ultralight echo zero zero one romeo lima going down 3 miles north, mayday, mayday, mayday!"   No response.  By this time I was down to 600 AGL.  Then I saw cars and a tractor-trailer coming from both directions towards where I was going to touch down on the road.  Panic came over me as I scanned for an alternate.  Nothing but crop fields.  "Ah!  Gravel road off my 8 o'clock.", I said out loud.   I turned to see telephone poles and power lines.  I cancelled the turn.   Down to 400 AGL.  I began to shake.  "No time, Rick, you got to put her down now!  Oh, Lord!  Help me through this, PLEASE!"  I saw 4 foot soybeans to my left, 4 foot tall milo straight ahead, then what looked like a watermelon patch directly on my right.  I knew what soybeans and milo would do which was turn me upside down.  That was a potential total wreck.  I thought maybe I could dodge the melons.  Below 400 AGL when I began a gentle sweeping right turn 180 degrees to line up lengthways with the melon field.  I was still banked 10 or so degrees when the right main touched earth.  "Straighten up, Rick, get it straight!"  I pulled the nose up to partly protect the nose gear and slow down when I impacted the first watermelon.  I ballooned back in the air 2 or 3 feet and came down to impact several more watermelons.  Then I suddenly saw plastic stretched across the sand underneath the vines.  Too late, I yanked back on the stick as fast and hard as I could to hopefully keep the nose up but there just wasn't enough speed.  My nose gear snagged the plastic.  I heard the fiberglass legs snap and the felt the fiberglass nose start sliding sideways.  It seemed like I was hitting every watermelon in the field at that point and smashed pieces were flying everywhere.   Then the left main snapped and she slid to a stop within another 20 feet.