Covered in a thick layer of dust from 25+ years of sitting it did not run.
I tried to get it ton run. Around and around the yard we pulled it trying in vain to get it to turn over. Nothing.
That's when the idea struck. Let's fix it up! I love tractors! How hard could it be?
*insert nervous laugh from future self... If I ever say those words, RUN!
We gave it a high powered bath.
Isn't she a beauty? :D
Then we drug it into the shop, tore it down till all that was left was the frame and tires. The engine was froze up. Time got in the way. And there it sat propped up on blocks, snuggled under its plastic tarp, surrounded by... things ...
If patience is gained by practice, that tractor is a saint.
Fast forward 3 years. With the promptings of a certain young man I stated work on the tractor once more. The parts are now in the shop. I have no clue what I am doing. But Jonathan and Grandpa do. All I know is we need it running but the wedding. How cool it would be to ride away on a tractor!
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