I got bored and hauled one of my tractors outta the barn but it rained so freakin hard I put it back up...went to grill some chicken thighs for dinner and they smell like fish...forgot to take the trash out so the kitchen smells like death...pup wants to play tug and my guts hurt...I'll probably chip a tooth smoking my bong but that won't stop me from tryin...this is the tractor that didn't...
Dude, can't believe it.....talk about a blast from the past. I grew up driving a farmall. Plow, disc, harrow, plant and harvest. Spent many and hour on that thing. Would pull a 3 bottom plow with a power take off.
Thanks for the memories.
By the way....when do we start calling you BOO?????
Pute, I believe the al moniker is stuck unless admin will permit me to change...al is the name of a high school friend that fell asleep on his second floor roof and rolled off one night...don't ask...I don't believe dutch has any idea as to how strong he is...once he's dug in there's no moving that beast...that tug he's so fond of is gonna be the death of me yet...
as for the farmall, I filled a barn with 'em many years ago thinking I would restore them all when I retired...retirement means you still have no time to do squat, you just get slower at doing things...I'm about spent for the night, considered rolling a joint but am too tired...bong time, cornflakes on the last bowl of the evening...that stuff is a party stopper...sprinkle some in a joint and pass it around...the place quiets down pretty fast...them mountain folks think it's pretty special stuff, one fella wants to trade for some shine...funny stuff, they all think I'm nutz
hell, forgot about this thread, it's been a minute...7 years ago I started this...looks like a good place to post a few pics of my rides...this is elvis, a 60' impala sport coupe...