Marlowe
Gold Member
Almost two weeks. My truck was the victim.
I decided we needed a box blade and a bush hog. "WE", being the wife and me. We had both of them loaded in the bed of my trusty old pickup.
I unloaded the little tractor and pulled up alongside the truck with the FEL to pull the goodies out of the truck. All went well with the box blade. Then came the bush hog. Keep in mind my little tractor is feeling a bit front heavy with nothing on its' rear end, and picking up heavy stuff to boot.
To keep the rear wheels from just spinning, I pressed that little lever with my right heel which locks up the differential. Now I could back away with the load. For some reason the whole shooting match drifted back towards my truck, instead of going the way I wanted it to. Now, under these conditions, my right heel imagines that it is applying the brake, for some reason. No matter how hard I pressed on that little lock up lever, the brakes would not apply. I ran into the truck.
Oh well. Two hundred and eleven thousand miles, it was due.
Tom, the Ford basher.
I decided we needed a box blade and a bush hog. "WE", being the wife and me. We had both of them loaded in the bed of my trusty old pickup.
I unloaded the little tractor and pulled up alongside the truck with the FEL to pull the goodies out of the truck. All went well with the box blade. Then came the bush hog. Keep in mind my little tractor is feeling a bit front heavy with nothing on its' rear end, and picking up heavy stuff to boot.
To keep the rear wheels from just spinning, I pressed that little lever with my right heel which locks up the differential. Now I could back away with the load. For some reason the whole shooting match drifted back towards my truck, instead of going the way I wanted it to. Now, under these conditions, my right heel imagines that it is applying the brake, for some reason. No matter how hard I pressed on that little lock up lever, the brakes would not apply. I ran into the truck.
Oh well. Two hundred and eleven thousand miles, it was due.
Tom, the Ford basher.