Rural Skeletons of Trucks/Tractors

with the Covid screwing up life I found myself with a lot of time, and I sort of started a bit of an addiction...I fell in love with these little Ford Tractors...one turned into 5..

I bought a 42 2N that's actually a Wartime "Warhorse" model with a Sherman combo Auxiliary trans.
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Then I bought a '44 2N for parts for the '42, and it turned out it wasn't far off from being a runner....which I eventually put a Midwest products Davis Skyline Loader on.
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Then I bought my first 8N an early '48, but it unfortunately was beyond rescue.
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Then I bought '51 8N that came from the original owners estate.
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And finally I bought another early '48 8N from a farm auction.
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There's just something so rewarding to reviving the machinery that put food on the tables of hundreds of thousands in their lifetime.

Nick

if you want to come to ohio a friend of mine wants to sell one he has.
 
Those aren't in much worse shape than the mid 60s D 600s we had when I started at MODoT in the early 70s!

Now that jog a memory loose. When I started working for a Village there were a few ex military 6x6’s that we used. That front windows (2) would push out at the bottom for venting. They were beasts too. I was glad when new trucks took their places. I don’t recall the makes and model as they just seemed a hazard to me. In fact one was involved in an accident and it wasn’t pretty at all. It happened before I joined.

I did get to paint the jail cells PINK as some “education person” decided it calmed the prisoners. It didn’t work. The town was kind of like Mayberry when I started and there were some town drunks that worked for the village.


I was changing a parking lot light at the Police station one day and the Police Chief came out to his car. I yelled down to him that special Police lightbulbs were being installed. He asked about the difference and I yelled back at him “They are a little dimmer”. He reached for his .357 revolver and laughed. I danced with his daughter at a wedding and thought about… I either be in like flint or up a creek with no paddles. 50/50 odd didn’t sound that great to me .
 
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