Thought I'd share a pic or two from a few winters ago. Horrendous snowstorm blew through, and as we live on a dead end street we are always last to see a snow plow.
Day two and still no sign of help...
As it happened I had just purchased an old Ferguson TEA20 (circa 1952) which hadn't yet been hauled up north. Came with a dirt blade in the deal so..I thought...why not?
She took a looong time to warm up and boy that hydraulic fluid is thick in the cold but eventually I could use the three point hitch without stalling, and we were off!
The old girl huffed and chugged, slipped and slid, but four hours later she had cleared most of the neighbours driveways and a stretch of street out to where it met clean pavement on the main road. Those tires are loaded with calcium for weight but chains would have really made the difference. Real heavy, wet stuff that was.
I had folks coming out to gawk and cheer me on. Some tried to tuck money in my coat for fuel as I went by.
One delightful elderly lady even brought me out a wee glass o brandy if you can believe it.
When all was said and done I had to soak in a tub for an hour before I could feel my nether regions again thanks to that old steel seat (actually the event was inspiration for my screen name on this site...) but it sure was fun!
Day two and still no sign of help...
As it happened I had just purchased an old Ferguson TEA20 (circa 1952) which hadn't yet been hauled up north. Came with a dirt blade in the deal so..I thought...why not?
She took a looong time to warm up and boy that hydraulic fluid is thick in the cold but eventually I could use the three point hitch without stalling, and we were off!
The old girl huffed and chugged, slipped and slid, but four hours later she had cleared most of the neighbours driveways and a stretch of street out to where it met clean pavement on the main road. Those tires are loaded with calcium for weight but chains would have really made the difference. Real heavy, wet stuff that was.
I had folks coming out to gawk and cheer me on. Some tried to tuck money in my coat for fuel as I went by.
One delightful elderly lady even brought me out a wee glass o brandy if you can believe it.
When all was said and done I had to soak in a tub for an hour before I could feel my nether regions again thanks to that old steel seat (actually the event was inspiration for my screen name on this site...) but it sure was fun!