Crashfarmer
Well-known Member
Hauled this Oliver 1650 more than 100 miles
to my house last night. I'm sure not used
to putting in hoot owl hours anymore! Years
ago I used to have a hard time quitting
working on something I hadn't finished so
I'd end up doing things like tearing down
an engine all night but anymore when a
certain time of day comes I don't have a
problem putting my tools away and heading
for the house but my brother hasn't reached
that stage of life yet so when I help him
with his projects I miss my bedtime.
When my brother asked me to haul the Oliver
home I told him we had to leave in the
morning so I could get home before dark to
do my chores but I should have known it
would run into a day and night operation.
I'd told him we should leave by at the
latest 10 or 11am but I told my wife we'd
be lucky to get left by 1pm.
Yesterday, I went over and hooked up to the
trailer that my brother calls The Original
. It's the trailer that started out as
Dad's lowboy but my brother converted it to
a double axle trailer after a wheel bearing
went out. I think the 1st time it was used
for anything but hauling hay was when I put
it into service hauling my stock car to the
racetrack hooked to my 1970 Plymouth Sport
Fury when it was still a single axle lowboy
but it's hauled 100s of cars trucks and
tractors since from as far away as Ohio.
My brother was doing some last minute work
on the trailer he was pulling to haul a
pickup home that he bought at the same
auction. He was finishing up some welding
and told me he wanted to work on a little
bit of wiring before he left. So I waited
until almost 2pm before I told my brother
that I had to get going and that I had a
couple of stops I wanted to make along the
way. My brother said he'd finish up and
catch up to me. I should have known.
I'd made my stops and gotten almost to the
last place I could stop to by anything to
eat or drink when my brother called telling
me that he was about ready to leave,
figures. So I stopped, had a leisurely
early supper and called my wife. She wanted
me to go, load the Oliver by myself and
make tracks for home. I left the
restaurant, drove to the auction site, got
lined up on the tractor and with everything
ready I discovered the steering was totally
locked up. I was still messing with it when
my brother arrived. It was a big job
loading that tractor even with my brother,
his wife and his son-in-law working on it.
So my wife ended up having to do my evening
chores. It was past my bedtime when we
finally headed for home. I'm not moving
very fast this morning and there's still
one more tractor to haul home but it's a
small one and I hope he doesn't need my
Super Duty to bring it home.
to my house last night. I'm sure not used
to putting in hoot owl hours anymore! Years
ago I used to have a hard time quitting
working on something I hadn't finished so
I'd end up doing things like tearing down
an engine all night but anymore when a
certain time of day comes I don't have a
problem putting my tools away and heading
for the house but my brother hasn't reached
that stage of life yet so when I help him
with his projects I miss my bedtime.
When my brother asked me to haul the Oliver
home I told him we had to leave in the
morning so I could get home before dark to
do my chores but I should have known it
would run into a day and night operation.
I'd told him we should leave by at the
latest 10 or 11am but I told my wife we'd
be lucky to get left by 1pm.
Yesterday, I went over and hooked up to the
trailer that my brother calls The Original
. It's the trailer that started out as
Dad's lowboy but my brother converted it to
a double axle trailer after a wheel bearing
went out. I think the 1st time it was used
for anything but hauling hay was when I put
it into service hauling my stock car to the
racetrack hooked to my 1970 Plymouth Sport
Fury when it was still a single axle lowboy
but it's hauled 100s of cars trucks and
tractors since from as far away as Ohio.
My brother was doing some last minute work
on the trailer he was pulling to haul a
pickup home that he bought at the same
auction. He was finishing up some welding
and told me he wanted to work on a little
bit of wiring before he left. So I waited
until almost 2pm before I told my brother
that I had to get going and that I had a
couple of stops I wanted to make along the
way. My brother said he'd finish up and
catch up to me. I should have known.
I'd made my stops and gotten almost to the
last place I could stop to by anything to
eat or drink when my brother called telling
me that he was about ready to leave,
figures. So I stopped, had a leisurely
early supper and called my wife. She wanted
me to go, load the Oliver by myself and
make tracks for home. I left the
restaurant, drove to the auction site, got
lined up on the tractor and with everything
ready I discovered the steering was totally
locked up. I was still messing with it when
my brother arrived. It was a big job
loading that tractor even with my brother,
his wife and his son-in-law working on it.
So my wife ended up having to do my evening
chores. It was past my bedtime when we
finally headed for home. I'm not moving
very fast this morning and there's still
one more tractor to haul home but it's a
small one and I hope he doesn't need my
Super Duty to bring it home.
