another day, lets see. Here comes some green and yellow and the center picture is of a sight dear to me. It is the operators station of a LA Case. When I was seven Dad decided if I was going to be riding with him in the field every moment I could I might as well be doing something. So, he bought an LA case for me. He figured it would be safe enough sitting between those big fenders with a hand clutch, no turning brakes,"mine" didn't have them, this one does, no power steering and a seat much bigger than my butt. The sure safety platform under the seat let him teach me, kinda like a 2 seated airplane. I ran it for him for two summers, always in the same terrace land. I was at the height of my glory. The early spring of 1959 the dear old case dropped a valve(Dad was using it!) and ended up as a disabled trade in for a Massy-Ferguson 65. I have some dear memories on that old LA Case, one of which the darn thing would take a huge circle to turn in soft plowed ground. It's drawbar didn't swing as far as on Dad's M Farmall so turning with a 12 foot spring tooth made for some planning ahead.
Won't bore you with more of my memories and stories.
Won't bore you with more of my memories and stories.