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One of the nicest things Ol' Gar did was to offer me a tractor to keep my runway mowed. "Jes kum pik et up!"

So I did. It had a real bad miss. Compression check showed ZERO in Cyl #1. Had a bad "HISS" thru the oil-filler (crankcase) indicating a blown piston and collapsed sleeve in Cyl #1.

Before I re-sleeved the engine it had a really interesting HISS/KNOCK rhythm to it. Bein' as how Ol'Gar is also a pretty good sheet-kicker and guitar-picker... Ithought I'd let all you guys see how they got along before I fixed it:

http://fschnell.net/WordPress/?p=1094

Don't fix it!!!!!!

George they sound pretty darn good Guess they didn't have a drummer so the tractor met the challenge. However as an ole farm boy, that sure sounded like a John Deere to me. Maybe if we can figure out how to get the tractor to Duluth we could have them entertain us in June

Hey Frank-
Did you hear those guys talk? That wasn't cajun. It would take a boat ride across the Atlantic to get that tractor to Duluth but I sure would enjoy it.

hilltop170 wrote:Hey Frank-
Did you hear those guys talk? That wasn't cajun. It would take a boat ride across the Atlantic to get that tractor to Duluth but I sure would enjoy it.

What the 'ell are you sayin' Richard? He talks like he WRITES!

gahorn wrote:

hilltop170 wrote:What the 'ell are you sayin' Richard? He talks like he WRITES!

WAL I C AINT PIK AS GOOD AS THAT GERMANY FELLER BUT MY TRAKTERS IS PURTIER AN IFN MY LIL MOOSIC GROOP CAINT FORD A DRUMMER I KIN TAKE ONEA THE SPARYEI PLUGS OUT OF MY 8N AND ITL DO FER THE PERCUSSIN SEXION...........NOW IFN I CUD JUST FINE SUM PURTY DANCIN GURLS - - -

OleGar, posten that picture is just maken all of those cowboys riden fence down Texas way home sick.

Before trakters....there was horses and mules. Trouble is, they had to be fed and cared for even when they weren't worked. But anyways....

An old country farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night she was always complaining about something.
The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot. One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began nagging him again.
Complain, nag, complain, nag - it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet, caught her smack in the back of the head.
Killed her dead on the spot.

At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement.
This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it. So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.
The old farmer said, 'Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement.'
'And what about the men?' the minister asked.

'They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.'