If I can figure out how to get her home it will be mine. If it had a cab it would be the spitting image of the one I grew up on. I was little enough to fit inside so I spent lots of hours laying on those straw walkers. That was fun.
That's a pretty interesting diesel with six spark plugs! I sure do miss the sound of that Chrysler strait six chugging through the field. They were such a good machine.
Side story. When I was about 10 grandpa (lived most of the time with them) decided that we needed a parts machine. Bought one at an auction and drove it a few hours home. Just as we got into the barnyard the variable drive belt broke. After looking it over we decided that the tin was in better shape than ours. Stinks cause we had just rebuilt our engine.
Started transferring over necessary parts and moved ours to the fence row. The new one had huge rice tires on it. We left those on. We cut with no problems that first year but when we were cutting mud holes grandpa broke the final drive on the drivers side. He cussed those big tires because he would have gotten stuck with the little tires and not put so much stress on it.
Repaired it in the field and that winter we swapped out the tires. Two years later coming across the field the other final drive cracked. We were just SURE those big tires had stressed that gear enough to break a tooth. Probably had. I still remember jacking up that combine with implement jacks and changing that drive. It had to be 110 in the shade.
We finished late that day and started cutting again. I went to go get the truck and there was a pool of gas under it - the rubber line connecting the tank to the line was shot.
That year about killed us.