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WARNING: Due to the graphic descriptions and adult themes in the following
story, reader discretion is strongly advised as the content might
prove to be offensive to some!
IN SOME INSTANCES, NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT..........AND PERHAPS THE GUILTY!
story, reader discretion is strongly advised as the content might
prove to be offensive to some!
IN SOME INSTANCES, NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE
INNOCENT..........AND PERHAPS THE GUILTY!
Chapter Nine
To be continued
It had been a few years since I had gotten a "new" tractor. A few years...hmmm. I had room in the big barn. I hadn't "been on an adventure" in a long time and something just told me to look on the YTMAG website and so I did. About one half way down the first page was a Super C. The picture looked pretty good, (which I've learned means nothing), the price was really good and it was being offered with either a wide front end or a narrow front end. That really got my interest.
I counted my scheckles - "Hmmm, a little light", so I emailed the fellow. About three weeks went by without an answer to my email and I figured someone else must have immediately snapped up the Super C. Then, there was an answer. "He was sorry he hadn't gotten back to me sooner but he had been pretty busy with the farm and the Super C had developed a severe miss and it had taken him some time to find that a push rod had jumped off one of the rockers and to make the needed repairs but now it ran good and was I still interested?" "Well, yeah, I was still interested in the tractor...if I could get the narrow front end and the wide front end too." So, the wheeling and dealing began. I guess the farm was very, very busy that summer because each time I would email him, I would hear nothing for two or three weeks and just about the time I started to think the deal fell through, he'd answer. It took quite a few months before we closed our deal but finally, it was done. I had a "new" Super C at a great price on a narrow front end and I also got the wide front end for an extra $150.00
Now, to my next problem. How (without bringing on spousal ire) and when to go to Penn Yan, New York to get the tractor? As it often happens, fate stepped in. My wife and seven other "girls" decided to go to Maryland for a weekend to attend a National Rifle Association sponsored event known as "Women On Target" where they would be schooled on the proper way to handle and shoot handguns. At that point, I thought it was a great idea. At a later point in time, I had to wonder if I had made a mistake by encouraging such an activity. Anyway, on the appointed day, she headed to Maryland and I, to Penn Yan, New York.
The trip itself was pretty uneventful but once again, I got to see some really beautiful country. The Penn Yan area is nothing but lakes, farms, vineyards and wineries. When I finally arrived and saw the tractor "up close and personal", I got some good news and I got some bad news. The good news was that the sheet metal was excellent, the tires were excellent and it had a brand new battery that was still in the shrink wrap. The bad news was that it had no battery box and it was not red. It was more of a screaming pink! The farmer turned out to be a young fellow and told me that some years ago, he had painted the tractor but, "he thought maybe he didn't use the right paint." He also went on to tell me that the original wide front end had been removed about twenty years ago and put in the barn and a narrow front end had been installed so that they could use this tractor for cultivating sweet corn and that was all it was ever used for. As they had given up growing sweet corn, they no longer needed the Super C. Well, we loaded her up, threw the wide front end in the truck (after removing years of black walnut shells from the bolster). I chained down, shook hands and headed on down the road. That evening, when I got home, I parked the truck and trailer and decided to unload the next morning. On Sunday morning, I made a little more room in the barn and drove the Super C in. When it had cooled down enough, I tried stacking hay around her but it didn't work. The screaming pink color showed through so I gave up and decided to "let fate take its course".
"Pistol Packing Mama" got home late that afternoon. After she got settled, I listened as she told me how "she had shot center mass" and had not missed the target and that the instructor had told her that each of her hits would have been "kill shots". While I had hoped that she would make me proud and do good, what went through my mind at that moment in time was, OH, S***! (SHUCKS!). On Monday morning, "Annie Oakley" said to me, "and what were you doing in Penn Yan, New York? This really took me by surprise. H***, (Heck) she hadn't even gone out to the barn yet. So.......I unloaded all of the guns in the house, hid all of the ammunition and told her about Penn Yan, the lakes, the farms, the pretty vineyards.......and the Super C. (By the way, just a few words of advise in case you ever decide to use the Rand McNally map program on your computer to see how many miles it is from one place to another place that maybe you are not supposed to be going to, find a way to delete your search from the computer history!)
For a short time, there was a little trouble in paradise and "Annie" wasn't a happy camper but I guess after all of the years of tractors following me home, she was wearing down. Within a few days all was normal and peace and serenity returned to Eden again and the Super C, "SWEET CORN" had found a new home and would never be left out in the heat, cold, rain, snow or ice again.
I counted my scheckles - "Hmmm, a little light", so I emailed the fellow. About three weeks went by without an answer to my email and I figured someone else must have immediately snapped up the Super C. Then, there was an answer. "He was sorry he hadn't gotten back to me sooner but he had been pretty busy with the farm and the Super C had developed a severe miss and it had taken him some time to find that a push rod had jumped off one of the rockers and to make the needed repairs but now it ran good and was I still interested?" "Well, yeah, I was still interested in the tractor...if I could get the narrow front end and the wide front end too." So, the wheeling and dealing began. I guess the farm was very, very busy that summer because each time I would email him, I would hear nothing for two or three weeks and just about the time I started to think the deal fell through, he'd answer. It took quite a few months before we closed our deal but finally, it was done. I had a "new" Super C at a great price on a narrow front end and I also got the wide front end for an extra $150.00
Now, to my next problem. How (without bringing on spousal ire) and when to go to Penn Yan, New York to get the tractor? As it often happens, fate stepped in. My wife and seven other "girls" decided to go to Maryland for a weekend to attend a National Rifle Association sponsored event known as "Women On Target" where they would be schooled on the proper way to handle and shoot handguns. At that point, I thought it was a great idea. At a later point in time, I had to wonder if I had made a mistake by encouraging such an activity. Anyway, on the appointed day, she headed to Maryland and I, to Penn Yan, New York.
The trip itself was pretty uneventful but once again, I got to see some really beautiful country. The Penn Yan area is nothing but lakes, farms, vineyards and wineries. When I finally arrived and saw the tractor "up close and personal", I got some good news and I got some bad news. The good news was that the sheet metal was excellent, the tires were excellent and it had a brand new battery that was still in the shrink wrap. The bad news was that it had no battery box and it was not red. It was more of a screaming pink! The farmer turned out to be a young fellow and told me that some years ago, he had painted the tractor but, "he thought maybe he didn't use the right paint." He also went on to tell me that the original wide front end had been removed about twenty years ago and put in the barn and a narrow front end had been installed so that they could use this tractor for cultivating sweet corn and that was all it was ever used for. As they had given up growing sweet corn, they no longer needed the Super C. Well, we loaded her up, threw the wide front end in the truck (after removing years of black walnut shells from the bolster). I chained down, shook hands and headed on down the road. That evening, when I got home, I parked the truck and trailer and decided to unload the next morning. On Sunday morning, I made a little more room in the barn and drove the Super C in. When it had cooled down enough, I tried stacking hay around her but it didn't work. The screaming pink color showed through so I gave up and decided to "let fate take its course".
"Pistol Packing Mama" got home late that afternoon. After she got settled, I listened as she told me how "she had shot center mass" and had not missed the target and that the instructor had told her that each of her hits would have been "kill shots". While I had hoped that she would make me proud and do good, what went through my mind at that moment in time was, OH, S***! (SHUCKS!). On Monday morning, "Annie Oakley" said to me, "and what were you doing in Penn Yan, New York? This really took me by surprise. H***, (Heck) she hadn't even gone out to the barn yet. So.......I unloaded all of the guns in the house, hid all of the ammunition and told her about Penn Yan, the lakes, the farms, the pretty vineyards.......and the Super C. (By the way, just a few words of advise in case you ever decide to use the Rand McNally map program on your computer to see how many miles it is from one place to another place that maybe you are not supposed to be going to, find a way to delete your search from the computer history!)
For a short time, there was a little trouble in paradise and "Annie" wasn't a happy camper but I guess after all of the years of tractors following me home, she was wearing down. Within a few days all was normal and peace and serenity returned to Eden again and the Super C, "SWEET CORN" had found a new home and would never be left out in the heat, cold, rain, snow or ice again.
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