We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I know, I know. If you're from New York City and you hear Iowa mentioned, you think it stands for Idiots Out Walking Around. But Maggie's Farmers know the value of a good Farmall driver, and farmers in Iowa can square dance with their tractors. Ain't that America?
Tractor Square Dancing Is Real, And It's Spectacular.
Mine is a '49 H. It came with my place back in '99. Tractor is a tad older than myself. Nothing mechanical is maintenance free; you must pay to ride.
I have the big red H at a point where I can crank it, and use it at any time. It is not fond of low temperatures, but that is no problem as neither am I. My latest improvement was a new intake / exhaust manifold. All of the fluids are fresh, all of the fittings have grease, and the radiator is good to -20°. The battery is hot, and the hydraulics work. It is more than fun to keep this beast going.
I could dump some $$$, and elbow grease into her, and turn her into a real work of show-quality art, but that is not what I want. I want a working tractor. Any time anything breaks, or needs repair, I fix it up as good as new. There are thousands of restored Model H Farmalls. We really don't need another.
Have you ever taken a good look at your letter tractor? Have you noticed the curves, and domes; the Art-Deco-ness of the design? There is classic beauty right there in all of that cast iron.
She is bright red, albeit a repaint. Some previous owner, some old farmer, hand painted her, and she has a few glorious brush strokes in her gloss.
I have a brand new Kubota, a modern version of my old H, that I use for garden plowing, and mowing. The H sees bush-hog duty. The little K is a great diesel tractor, with 4-wheel drive, and power steering. It does not sound the same, it does not steer the same, and it is so very easy to start. The H is muscular to steer, can be finicky about starting if one does not know the formula (she likes to flood if she doesn't start right away), and has a primal throb when running at top RPM. I do enjoy my Kubota--it is like a Toyota or Honda, dull and dependable--but there is just something about that old Farmall.