Hey thanks for asking...
When I was 17 I found this rundown old car. A 1968 Buick Skylark Convertible. Paid $400.00 for it if I recall correctly. Didn't have brakes when I got it etc. etc. It saw me through the remainder of high school, i learned basic, and not so basic mechanics with it. Put 2 engines in it over time, converted it to front disk brakes. Learned about paying attention after roasting an engine due to a failed 5 dollar radiator cap. It was a rust heap being from Illinois but looked good from a distance.
Because I have a hard time letting go I was still driving that car when I was 34, but had moved to Sacramento California. Renting an apartment on N street in a not great part of town. Thanksgiving weekend came and went and on the following Monday I went out to go to work and low and behold someone had lifted my car, vanished, without a trace...not even glass on the ground. I made the report and called daily to the Sacramento PD for a couple weeks. My car was gone for good it seemed.
Somewhere along the way I needed a moniker was thinking about it and came up with it. So began my on-line id. Some days I really miss the old thing, especially when the air cools after a hot day and I remember cruising along, wind in the hair, some cute girl in the passenger seat if i was lucky (so more often alone:laughing
I think old tractors kind of represent a similar idea. Something to fix and improve and get to know and put to good use. Similar but different. I've kicked the idea around about getting another one, but likely won't...can't rewrite that chapter.
So it goes..