The first part of my story got lost, so here it is; Dad had a 1929 D that my grandfather bought new. My Dad was a kid and remembered the D being unloaded in the corn crib for some reason and they had to put a couple of lugs on it to get over a concrete curb. I remember riding on the transmission case while he plowed. When he came driving home from plowing with a 3-14" little genius plow, the cats would start to gather. He would usually have 2-3 gophers that he had shot with his .22 pistol to give them. A few years later he bought a 1951 G and gave the D to our milk man George Miller. When George died his widow gave it back. Unfortunately it sits in my machine shed stuck and with the rear rims rusted badly from calcium chloride used as weight. Here is a picture of steam power before the D.