No, this is not a new one, this is Farmall #2, a very um,... well weathered '49 Farmall C I discovered in a friends fencerow last spring, (2008), well I diddn't really discover it, as I'm fairly sure they knew it was there. It had been intended as a parts supply for a Farmall A. But after some soul searching and scrounging fundage I came up with $100 to put down and enough conviction to talk the owner out of parting it out.
It took me two months to pay off the rest of the $500, me not being flush with funds at the time. But I did it, and one summer afternoon we pushed, with great difficulty, my new prize onto my far too lightly built landscape trailer. Managing in the process to lift the hind end of the Cherokee a full three feet off the gravel drive. After the ohh so very cautious 15mph, 16 mile trip home. I walked across the road to beg and plead Uncle Ted for help, happily successful we dug out a tow bar and lit up the 806 Farmall and rushed back to rescue my new toy, and save the remaining spring leafs on the Jeep.
It took me two months to pay off the rest of the $500, me not being flush with funds at the time. But I did it, and one summer afternoon we pushed, with great difficulty, my new prize onto my far too lightly built landscape trailer. Managing in the process to lift the hind end of the Cherokee a full three feet off the gravel drive. After the ohh so very cautious 15mph, 16 mile trip home. I walked across the road to beg and plead Uncle Ted for help, happily successful we dug out a tow bar and lit up the 806 Farmall and rushed back to rescue my new toy, and save the remaining spring leafs on the Jeep.
I proudly manned the controls of my new pet, dreaming of the day, soon to come I was sure when I would pilot it across the fields under it's own power. Sure, in 30 yards I rolled both tires off the thing, but that was a minor detail, right?
Optimism, dies a quick, very very painful death. What at one point had been a lightly stuck motor had transformed into a locked solid chunk of rust. She's been soaking in penetrating oil for a year now and nary a drop has seeped past her petrified rings. I suppose I need to get around to splitting her one of these days and seeing what can be done about the situation, but sometimes a project sadly gets moved to the back burner, someday, old girl, I promise.
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