My father committed two crimes I will never forgive him for: he sold my 1971 GMC 1/2 ton from under me when I was 16. That alone is grounds for justifiable homo-cide… ask JL if ya don’t believe me.
Then he sold “my” pristine 1964 MF tractor. Its original owner went all out with it. The hydraulics on the front end loader worked at the speed of thought. When Pop got bored with it I just helped myself. I loved that thing! But Pop traded it in on a fuggin (hork, spit!) Case.
*in a peevish high pitched falsetto*
“It’s got a CAB, Glen. With HEAT. And AC in the summer!”
I just glowered hatefully back at him for that!!! I’m still mad about it!!! People talk about how the cowboys and pioneers won the west but I disagree. I think the west was truly civilized by these little MFs, JDs, 9Ns and their like.
I’d give my right arm to have either of them back today. I suppose I could always go out and buy my own damned classics, right? I wonder how much that little tractor costs today…?
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