I did solve one problem. (These are Mark’s tractors now.). His three point hitch was draggin on the tires, tearing up the treads on the Yanmar. I looked for awhile. “I remember once I had this trouble, And the tire man had reversed the tires when he re installed them. Sure enough that is what had happened. So one problem solved.
I know all you ladies are glad to hear that. You had better learn some of this stuff. Never know when your tractor will die.
Mark is collecting Junk. He says, “I am trying to fulfill one of your dreams, to own a junk yard, I’m starting one for you.” And he really is. I counted about 13 or 14 vehicles around there. A new one was a race car body. Where did that come from? Oh, a friend needed the rear end and it was cheaper to buy the whole car. He took it out and gave me the body! Wow what luck!
I did really want to want a junk yard, but it hasn’t fit into the picture of traveling. Sherry still see’s me looking longingly at junk yards as we pass. I never did like lady Bird Johnson. She thought Junk Yards were ugly and started a campaign to hide them, said they were eye sores. Funny ain’t it. Some guy can wield a lot of junk together and it becomes art, and suitable for a park or a yard. It is still Junk.
Well I said my piece. Thanks for coming by the Log. (Don’t call me if your tractor don’t run)
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