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  1. Every kid needs a hero. We're given one before we are even born. We call him Dad. My dad was born in September of 1951 on a little farm in the hills of Walhain. In 1957, Grandpa Wallace purchased the farm in Duvall where my dad would live the rest of his life. In the 60's as a teenager he took his first job hauling milk for the Duvall Farmers Cheese Factory. He was quick to tell you that he didn't hook up a hose and turn on a pump because, "In those days, you hauled milk in cans." In 1969 when the Luxemburg Blue Jays and the Casco Comets merged, my dad graduated as a Spartan. He soon after married my mom and they put a trailer house on the farm where they would raise two perfect kids. (I said they raised two perfect kids. Not, they raised two kids perfectly.) Through the 70's they farmed with Grandpa and in the back yard behind the trailer, he ran a repair business he called High Performance Shop. It was a place that farmers, neighbors, and local businesses brought their tractors, trucks, and other equipment to be patched up and put back in working order. In the 80's when Grandpa decided to retire, the farm was purchased from him. If you aren't old enough to remember, the economy of the 80's wasn't very friendly for the farmers. That meant there were loose ends to tie and bills left to pay so Dad took a part time job at SAS Salvage in Luxemburg. There he would dismantle and crush cars. I think it was there that Dad fell in love with driving truck. The salvage yard had a 1969 Kenworth that Dad used to haul cars from the auto auction lots in Chicago back to the yard in Luxemburg, and haul the crushed cars out to be recycled. We even used that Kenworth to haul a load of farm equipment that we bought at consignment in Indiana back to the farm. In the 90's when the salvage yard closed, Dad still had hungry cows and bills to pay. That's when he started driving school bus. How dad lasted that many years with that many kids screaming behind him is still a wonder. Perhaps it was because of the friendships he made with the other drivers. Friendships that lasted until his final days. In the 2000s dad walked away from the school bus because he finally purchased a Kenworth of his own. The cows were sold and the farm changed over to cash crop and Dad headed out over the road. He drove from coast to coast. North border to southern shores. He'd haul military equipment to the far northwest of Washington State and come back with a tractor that dribbled over the Canadian border. He'd head to the ports of Baltimore to pick up the new Massey Fergusons coming in from across the pond. He'd haul a load of used utility tractors to the Texas shore to be shipped to South America and even a bulldozer to Florida to be shipped to a port unknown across the globe. He grumbled about not getting paid to haul that dozer. Each trip he'd come home with a story. He'd talk about the beauty of the Badlands in the Dakotas. He loved Roosevelt Park. He'd tell us about the mountains in Virginia and the "hillbillies" that live there. He'd spin an F-bomb laden story about a driver in Chicago who cut him off. Or how the corn in Kansas was up, but we still had snow on the ground. I may not have shared anything that you didn't already know about him but I'll take this time to share a confession about myself. For most of my life, I have been a thief. For all the time that I spent with Dad, I stole with my eyes and ears. See, Dad may have been a milkman, a junk man, a bus driver, a truck driver, and most importantly to him, a farmer. But, he was also a teacher. Dad taught me how to do a lot of things... Dad taught me how NOT to do a lot of things. Like when he'd miss the chisel and pound on his hand. He'd yell "Charles, you dumb son-of-a something or other." I'd say, "Hey, your not the only Charles here, and I didn't pound on my hand." It didn't help get the bearing off the shaft, but we'd both laugh every time. Dad taught me to be a plumber at Four AM when you get to the barn and a water cup stuck and all the aisles and gutters were flooded. Dad taught me to be an electrician at 10 below zero and 50 feet in the air when we had to rebuild the electrical contact rings on a silo unloader so we could get the cows fed and still get to church on time. Dad taught me to be a carpenter. In fact, all but one of the sheds on our farm were built with our hands and the hands of helpful neighbors. We even tore down, moved, and reassembled our own stave silos. Not many folks know how to do that. Very few would try, and even less succeed. Dad taught me to be a mechanic. He taught me how to diagnose, repair, rebuild, repaint, modify, and even fabricate our own equipment. He taught me to take what you have, and turn it into what you need. Doing so, he taught me to weld. True story. I was 8 or 9 doing morning chores feeding cows and the feed cart broke. I asked Dad if he could weld it. He said he was busy milking but I could weld it myself... Now, I had put on the spare welding helmet and watched him weld countless times. He had explained what he was doing but I had never done it myself. That morning he described how to set the welder. Reminded me to attach the ground clamp and how to "chase the puddle" as the metal melted away. As I headed out the door heading for the shop I heard him. From under the cow he was milking he yelled. "Hey Kiddo. If it sounds like you're frying an egg, it sounds like you're doing it right." That feed cart is still in the barn and I still use it. Dad could have pulled out the Kenworth, loaded up, and chained down. Drove off to anywhere in the Continental US that he chose. Truth is, he preferred to drive in circles. Out in his fields. His favorite was in the cab of the combine harvesting corn. Part of him will always be with us. There's a part of him that is somewhere else... Wherever that is... I hope his tractor has an air ride seat... I hope the air conditioning blows ice cold... I hope the diesel fuel is cheap... I hope the soil turns easy and comes up black as night... Every seed salesman and fertilizer guy will tell you that he asked for it every year... So, as Dad plants his eternal fields, I hope he finds that magic combination. The one as he said "makes his corn grow only four feet tall, but has three foot cobs." Love you Dad.
  2. Was down there a few years ago for the NASCAR race. Would love to get back for the nostalgia races. Only an hour-ish away. What turn are you sitting? 5 is supposed to be the best. We were in 7 and had some good seats with decent action. We could see from 6 to 8 really well.
  3. Dzldenny

    IH hydro

    Only time I used the pedal was for instances like hooking to an implement. Otherwise, it was all done with the lever. Our 656 survived years and years as the loader tractor. The hydro made it super quick. Into the pile and back out with one swoop of the lever. Done in an instant. No pedal involved. Back out of the pile and swoop back into forward. The right hand never had to leave the loader controls and the left hand took care of steering and shifting. Miss the tractor. Not the manure. Notice at the end of the video when he's loading manure how he backs away from the spreader and goes directly from reverse to forward (18:20) and his foot stays stationary...
  4. In my experience, Ruger has been the most accurate product "out-of-the-box". Had/have plenty. Ruger, Savage, Browning, Stevens, S&W, and more. Been a die hard Winchester fan since I was a kid. Model 94 has been my favorite. Most recently the Mrs picked up a Henry. I will be buying more of those. The fit and finish is fantastic. There aren't words to describe the butter smooth action. It has improved her accuracy. As far as SS goes... Most SS barrels are 416. Low chrome, no nickel, high carbon and sulfur. 416 is magnetic. It can rust. I don't think the barrel material makes any difference on accuracy. You can buy three identical. None will be the same as another. You either get a good one or you don't. Buy what you want. If it's not accurate replace it.
  5. $1500. 4x4 dump bed. 4 cyl Mitzi engine and 70 mph if you are brave or dumb enough. She's rusty and needs a carb kit but we spent twice that to have a relay replaced on the Gator. The relay wasn't the problem either.
  6. We had a Gator. One of my least favorite things ever on the farm. Money pit every day we owned it. From wiring to a hole in a piston. Can't count the times it left us walking home from the field. And, Mother Deere is VERY proud of her parts and service. She charges accordingly. So glad it's gone. We now have a Bobcat. Overgrown, overpriced golf cart. Made by Club Car. LOUD, slow, heavy and clunky. Uncomfortable to get in and out as well. At least it's been dependable.
  7. I got those things on the 12 taken care of in the past few weeks. Still waiting on the Solar though. I've called CP a few times but haven't gotten a straight answer. I asked for an estimate on repair cost and they didn't know. I was told I'd get a call back on several occasions but my phone ain't ringin... I called again last week and asked when it would be done. They said he was working on it but they didn't know and couldn't ask because he wasn't there. Same thing they've told me every time I've called. Maybe it isn't done because he's never there to work on it? They've had it since March 3rd and they still can't give me an estimate on cost or delivery? This isn't a toy for restoration. This is the machine that I plant with! Neighbors are turning dirt and putting seed in. Between rain drops yes, but planting. I don't even know when (if) I'll get my turbo back. I know they came highly recommended by several folks here but I can assure you if I have another, it will go elsewhere. I know I can't give my customers that kind of service at work and expect them to come back... Jeesh. Just disappointing. What happens if I do finally get to talk to him and he says it was not repairable? Then I've wasted over two months time.
  8. Been a bit... Tore the bottom cover off to replace the o-ring on the trans brake shaft. I thought the shaft looked okay. Sometimes they get grooved up I guess. O-ring was absolute toast though. Ran everything through the parts washer before reassembly. Gears all looked okay up there... I had bought a new brake pad but I guess I'll save it. Seems there's life left in this one. I did find the grease zerk had fallen out in the bottom. Easy fix.
  9. Little powder coating tonight.
  10. There was two guys that approached us together. There were others in the door way. A person may not have to "accept"... I sure hope we just saw the exception.
  11. We were just there in Dec. Went to the Opry twice. Friday and Saturday. Worth it. Best part of the week. Got to see Oliver Anthony make his debut. Unfortunately the entire show bill doesn't come out ahead of time. Seems like you're spending a lot to see four acts but it's a decent value in the end as they added acts day of the show. I wouldn't pay for the tour or the VIP experience. Our show tickets were around $60 each IIRC? Friday we sat 10ish rows back and Sat front of the center balcony. Parking is free at the mall across the street. The hall of Fame was cool. I could do without the Broadway bar scene though. Wasn't even any good music. Bands in every bar but none of them good. Homeless camped on the sidewalks etc. right down tourist way. No thanks. One block off Broadway two guys asked if they could "use" my wife for some "fun". That was 2:00 in the afternoon. We made sure to be back to the hotel by dark. It got worse. We headed North and hit Maple Motors in Hendersonville. Good prices on cool cars. Nice folks there. I'd pay to see Steve Earl and Vince Gill. Show bill from our Saturday night.
  12. This all reminds me again of the time a girl ran into the back of the 460 Grandpa was driving. Split the casting in half and threw the tractor in the ditch Grandpa and all breaking his neck. Gal told the cops she saw the tractor but didn't know what it was so she "slowed down to 50 to hit it." I'd be curious to take drivers-ed again just to see what they no longer teach. It's pretty clear nobody knows what a double yellow line, SMV, or that red octagon sign means.
  13. I did that to a 77 E150 cargo van when I was 16. I paid $100, put the engine (351W) in a truck I had, and built an enclosed trailer out of the thing. It worked great. We'd run the dirt bikes up in the back, toss our gear and firewood in and head up north. We'd slide open the side door and drive right out. I don't remember selling it... I never sell nuthin... Wonder where it went?
  14. I spend my weekends following behind Dad fixing what he's broken. As his illness progresses so do the instances. Last Saturday he pulled the UTV out of the shed and drove straight into the enclosed trailer. Glanced off and said "thought I had more room". Dove away from the trailer and over a row of flower pots. Drove across the driveway and rammed head on into the chicken coop before stopping. When it came time to put it away he missed the tailgate on my truck by an inch. Backed into the shed and rammed the back window into the sprayer. He's looking forward to spring work. 😵 I can easily tell where he's been even when I wasn't there. I hate to have to pull keys but... How do I tell him? His last wish is to plant one more year and see the crops come up before he passes. I don't know if we can afford to have him behind the wheel of anything right now. This is hard. Stressful. I've been reading this thread trying not to post but... Thanks for letting me vent everyone.
  15. We've done similar. Bring jacks and spares. Get yourself some battery powered strobe lights and light that thing up like a polish church. You'll still be dodging traffic. Plan on 10mph. Trucks are much more subject to bounce and jounce than a tractor at 20mph. I've seen an 18 foot disc put a one ton crew cab in the pickers at 15 mph. Guy asked if he could leave the disc in our yard until he could come back with a tractor (and clean shorts). I would also ratchet strap the wings up tight. They will sway and transfer weight. That little bit of play makes a big difference at speed. My $.02
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