Jerry,
I'm looking forward to seeing pictures of your 1440.
Golf Nut, whoops I mean Golfgar4,
Thanks and you are welcome.
I remember paging back thru the forum and reading the posts with GC2310 in the title but I did not use the search. I'll do that to see what I missed. Thanks.
This picture shows where I park it. I have already caught up with and passed some of you fellas as far as banging the overhead with the ROPS. 3 times already! (I've been accused of being a slow learner already.)
Now this is a sad story so y'all might want to break out your blue or red hankies, just in case. This is where I use to park an artifact from my youth. Back in nineteen hundred and seventytwoo, out in Barstow, the cross roads of the High Desert, CA, I bought my first, my very own, vehicle. Hit was a brand new, stripped to the bone, Toyota Hilux pickup.
I was poor back then what with just gettin' out of the MC a couple of years earlier, and raising a family, and just buying a house; a handyman's special, don't you know. It had no AC, not even a radio; just a basic 4 cyl, 4 sp with rubber floor mat , tin can on 4 wheels. In fact, it had an extra cost rear step bumper and I asked the Man to take it off. But he said, to saved the labor, he would sell the bumper to me at half price so I got an optional rear bumper for about $35.
So anyway, for about a whopping $600. down and $62.53 a month, for 36 months, I had my first pickup. I was proud of that thang and felt, and truly was, blessed and over the years I grew up with it.
Which reminds me of a story. Now remember, I was so poor that not only did I not have my own pot, but I didn't have any money to buy something to drink either. Back in the early 70's, my youngest brother was visiting and we was a doin' a project in the yard. We had some debri, mostly likely rocks but I don't remember, to take to the dump. While we were off loading, a fella pulled up and threw off a double basin, cast iron, porcelain sink. Well, we picked it up, took it home and put some ajax to it and took it to the local second hand store. We sold that sink for about 3 dollars and 50 cent which was just enough to buy a 6 pack of Coors. Best tastin' beer I ever had.
Back to my sad story. That pickup never, in all these years, disappointed me, I mean, it never, once, left me standing in the road. 'Course, in the last 20 something years, it was vehicle #3 and a in-the-county-only vehicle, but still.
So when my newly beloved MF GC2310 arrived, the Head of the Ways and Means Com., SWMBO, my sweetie (you know who I mean) says, "NOW would be a good time to sell that old pickup to help pay for that tractor thing." So knowin' my place in life, I advertised it and sold it to a fella who said it was just the thing to tote his dogs around when they wanted to go for a ride.
Well, when I saw that fella drive my old pickup, which I grew up with, raised a family with, taught my daughters how drive with, and I could go on but won't, down the driveway and turn onto the street, it felt like somebody had ripped out my heart and did a buck dance on it.
But I got over it the next day when I started moving that 34 tons of dirt with my MF GC2310. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
Y'all have a great day, ya hear!