Anonymous-0
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Yep that's right. On Christmas afternoon. I finally get my tractor it's a 1939 F20. 4 years of hunting for just the right one. I found it 5 miles from home. My husband checked the oil & the water, made sure everything was OK, because I just had to drive it home. It's my first tractor. I was as happy as a girl could be flying 4 miles an hour down that dirt road home. Until... Yep, it got louder, not knocking, just louder, & smoking like crazy. I shut it right down. Hung my head as my husband hooked the chain on it to tow me home the last 2 miles. To put salt in the wound my husband is one of those Green lovers(yuck,) but I still love him. Now we have to cross the highway to get to the house only 6 more blocks to home and we get stopped by the sheriff who is a friend of ours. yea so now he's giving me a hard time picking on me. Well it's home, dead, but home. It's dark out to bummed to even look at it and figure out where to start now. Think I'll just have another Pepsi and go to bed and sulk like that little kid who just got that new toy he or she wanted so bad for Christmas just to have it break before you can even show it off. Our big club show is in 2 weeks. I don't think it's going to make it this year.