 well, this weekend I got a lot of seat time with my vintage 1949 8n ford tractor. she started easily in our balmy 30* Wisconsin weather and marched right out of the woodshed like a proud warrior who has seen it all! Naked as she may be, she battled the snow without filled tires or wheel weights, with approximately 50% slippage she flexed her muscle and moved the wet snow with authority and swiftness(as swift as can be with 50% slip lol). Blushing off looks and waves from the younger fellows who also ventured into the snowy white wonderland, she continued on, determined to show the world how it used to be done.... So there I was along for the ride, driveway after driveway, she flexed her muscle, but the snow gave up without a tussle! smooth and nimble that 8n of mine; she looked so pretty and sounded so fine! The view from the seat a throwback in time, the controls as natural in ones hand, as any fine wine, her voice so melodic and pure, its cause for an intoxication for which their is no cure! Oh how I love those machines of the past, the ones that last and last! Truly intoxicated,
-Leo- (yeah I know) lol
just so you understand... here is a pic ;-)
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