Morning Thomas,
All that red brings back some memories. Dad had a Farmall B around the feed mill for jockeying trailers of green feed, hay, etc. It had an offset axle. He put me in the seat. He sat down on the axle and explained what I had to do so as to operate the tractor.
I gave it a little too much throttle and was a tad quick on the clutch. I discovered "wheely" or should we say "wheely" discovered me.
My wife just about dies with shame when she sees me put Iris on the rears and ride it out with a grin on my face that I'm sure makes her wonder just what is crossing my mind in those most intimate of moments./w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif