1944 John Deere B – Still Driving It in 2012

These things are what I grew up mowing hay with. In order to maintenance these, my dad and my uncle has to get antique parts.

I worked just to buy my own school clothes and then completely destroy said clothes in the summer, from all the dirty deeds greasing zerks and changing the snapped wooden pitmans or whatever. I’ve been stung by swarms of bees, eaten alive by mosquitoes the size of nickels, and I’ve murdered hundreds of innocent furry little bystanders. I  had to get stitches on my palm when I almost lost a pinky finger changing a broken sickle blade.

It looks tough, but I have a hard time driving anything else really.

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