Al Baker(pumpman)
Member
I was hauling manure this week using my 68 4020 powershift. Sure felt good to smell the crisp fall air and see frost on the hay fields. My daughter who is 10 came out to the barn yard and asked why I was using the 4020 and not one of the bigger, or cab tractors. I told her it felt good to feel and hear the old girl doing what she was made to do, not set in the tool shed waiting for next hay season. She then asked if she could ride. I said sure. That's how I learned to haul poop was riding with Dad. After I got it rolling out across the field I moved the seat back and had her sit in front of me so she could steer. I showed her how it shifted up or down, lift the gate, then operate the pto. That's when a thought came to my mind. I of course bought this tractor used so it has had who knows how many owners, from who knows what states, but how many young kids have sat holding that same steering wheel, with their Dad or Grandad whispering in their ear what to do? How many kids has that old girl broke in, in her life? How many has any old tractor seen? Start off young, grow up in that seat, move away. Tractor sells at an auction, or is traded in and some one else buys it. Then the cycle starts again. If only them old tractors could tell stories of who, and how many kids learned in their seats. No matter what day, or what weather, them old tractors are always willing to go to work and break in the next kid. Al