Christmas week. Jonathan came to Iowa to spend a week. A whole week! Sounds absolutely wonderful! Then reality hits and... wait... what do you do you do for a whole week when all you know is weekends?
Allow me to state something from a completely biased opinion. Jonathan is good at tractors. Very good. The little girl in me who thinks her dad could fix anything, and still thinks that, sees the same thing in her man. This tractor was about to get a good dose of tender (or not so tender) loving care.
Before Jonathan arrived, Grandpa was working hot and heavy to get it to a place they could do the heavy work. Power washing, cleaning and rolling it back into the shop. Until... umm... problem.
The tires, after sitting 20+ years are shot. Off they must come. The radiator cap too.
Back in the shop Grandpa gave it a coat of beautiful green paint.
Jonathan came and in went the engine block. I love watching Jonathan and Grandpa working together. I was pretty excited to be able to help put the pistons in.
The guys worked several days on the tractor. Doing many things. So many I'm not even sure what all they were. But there was one thing they did that I do know about. And that was removing the wheels.
Sounds easy enough. I crawled up on a shelf. To stay out of the way.
It wasn't easy.
Frozen onto the axle with 60 years of use, they had no desire to go anywhere. The first wheel came off decent enough. Lots of elbow grease, the help of a impact wrench and suicide jack and it came off.
The other side, not so much. The simplest way to say it is, it was so stuck they quit for the night and tried again the next day. But not before breaking the "ears" off the hub. Those are kinda important for putting the tire back on.
So we made progress. And some set backs. It's getting closer to running! Maybe...