ScottyNY
10-25-2001 17:31:02
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Re: Farmall Therapy! in reply to Bigtime299, 10-25-2001 14:05:48
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I was gonna be the Scotty with the capital S, but that seems a little Snooty, so I'll own up to the NY. My own case of our Farmall illness stems from the summers I used to spend on Grandpa's BN (that's what I learned to drive on) his H and 400. Did a long spell up in Maine before moving to the cradle of American agriculture, New York, NY. What makes life livable here is having forty acres in the Catskills to work on (weekends and odd evenings). My Sweet knew I was looking for a tractor and would, bless her heart, on occasion, come home all out of breath to tell me about one she saw for sale--always gray or green. I knew she wouldn't understand that color was a problem, but fortune always smiled and I was always able to come up with other problems with her finds. THEN I happened across a 51 SuperC with a fersale shingle hanging off it, and with a lot of help from Bermuda Ken and Glen Mlarnik, spent the past summer tearing the old dear down. It was 6:48 am on September 2 that I put spark and gas together at the same time. Ran in right away and woke My Sweet up to listen to the tractor music. First thing I do when I get up north every week is to fire the old darling up. I'm all set for winter and other work with my rear blade, been pulling old posts with a chain through the rear wheel spokes, planning on a post-hole digger for spring (My Sweet's bought a horse, need some paddock fence), am gonna need (not want) a disk and drill to get the pasture back in shape. Don't know how I've lived this long without a tractor of my own. When I had the block on a stand, the rods all laid out waiting for new pistons and the crank out to be ground, Sweets asked me if this was all really worth it. I pointed out that between what I spent on the tractor, parts and large tools, I still wouldn't have as much in the Super C as I paid for that fancy riding mower. That didnt even factor in the joy of the rebuild. And now that she's running? Nothing compares. We all know about those trips down the lane or out the road the the other guys are talking about. On those trips a lot of the things wrong with this old world semm to fall into their proper perspectives. Tractor music!
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