I appreciate anyone who shares an old tractor with folks who don't have one, and respect their motives, whatever they are. From a little different angle on the word, I can appreciate the work folks put into restoring, to whatever level, any piece of old iron. I know the enjoyment from working on them. In the last ten year, I've redisovered the satisfaction of tearing down and rebuilding an engine, something I hadn't known since I tore down my '64 Beetle, applying (then and now) what I'd learned from helping Grandpa work on his Farmalls and the Wisconsin on his baler. On the latest one, I gained an especial appreciation of what it takes to be a good painter. (I'm not ready to take on anybody's car yet!) In that same sense of the word, I also appreciate and respect the folks that bring out tractors and implements in their working clothes. I can learn from all of them and, will help anyone who asks if I can. I have little appreciation and only the most basic of human respect for the correct police, who will howl, guffaw, harangue and otherwise make arses of themselves pointing out marked Grade 8s where there used to be dot-head bolts. My greasy tractor was farmerized and repaired, something I continue in keeping it going and working. My "pet" sentimental restoration is real shiny and pretty and runs like a top, but I put a few bent nails back in in place of cotter pins, right where Grandpa left them, and I still use the same rusty old bent gate hinges to hold the drawbar in place. And his old rusty hitch pin.
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