There was once a man who not unlike many people on this board, was a bit fanatic about tractors. I mean he absolutely LOVED tractors. He spent most of his life fixing, restoring, and collecting old tractors. One day he went down to his shop and started up his beloved IH 826 Gold Demonstrator. He went for a short drive around the shop just listening to her purr when all of a sudden BAM a rod shot right through the block.
He was devestated, but decided he needed to get it pulled back into the shop before the first drop of dew settled on that beautiful factory paint. He hopped on his Detroit Deisel powered JD 435 and as he tore out of the shop a hot spark floated out of muffler and landed underneath his mint condition Allis WD-45 which was slowly leaking gasoline out of the carburetor. As he was pulling the 826, he heard a snap in the 435's transmission and shut it down.
Once he saw the smoke billowing out of his shop he knew it was too late to put the fire out. He had to save the machines that he could. He got on his MF 135 and immediately jammed it in two gears at once. He got on his JD 3010 gas, but he had it parked too close to the 135, so he couldn't spin the steering wheel enough to get it to start. One after another, each tractor had a problem and he couldn't save it. His whole collection was up in flames.
He threw down his custom made YTMAG hat on the ground and stomped on it. "I HATE TRACTORS!" he shouted. "If I never see another tractor in my life I'll die a happy man.", he muttered.
He stormed off to the local bar and ordered a beer. "Boy, you look depressed." said the bartender. "I've got just the challenge to cheer you up." The bartender announces his challenge to the crowded bar: "Next to the bar is a small room filled with smoke. The first person who is able to clear the smoke out will win $100,000.". A line quickly forms, but one after another, nobody can seem to even make a dent in removing smoke from that room. Finally, the man goes in and comes out a few seconds later and the smoke is gone. "WHAT?" said the barman. "How did you do that!?". "Well," said the man. "Maybe you hadn't heard but I'm an extractor fan."
He was devestated, but decided he needed to get it pulled back into the shop before the first drop of dew settled on that beautiful factory paint. He hopped on his Detroit Deisel powered JD 435 and as he tore out of the shop a hot spark floated out of muffler and landed underneath his mint condition Allis WD-45 which was slowly leaking gasoline out of the carburetor. As he was pulling the 826, he heard a snap in the 435's transmission and shut it down.
Once he saw the smoke billowing out of his shop he knew it was too late to put the fire out. He had to save the machines that he could. He got on his MF 135 and immediately jammed it in two gears at once. He got on his JD 3010 gas, but he had it parked too close to the 135, so he couldn't spin the steering wheel enough to get it to start. One after another, each tractor had a problem and he couldn't save it. His whole collection was up in flames.
He threw down his custom made YTMAG hat on the ground and stomped on it. "I HATE TRACTORS!" he shouted. "If I never see another tractor in my life I'll die a happy man.", he muttered.
He stormed off to the local bar and ordered a beer. "Boy, you look depressed." said the bartender. "I've got just the challenge to cheer you up." The bartender announces his challenge to the crowded bar: "Next to the bar is a small room filled with smoke. The first person who is able to clear the smoke out will win $100,000.". A line quickly forms, but one after another, nobody can seem to even make a dent in removing smoke from that room. Finally, the man goes in and comes out a few seconds later and the smoke is gone. "WHAT?" said the barman. "How did you do that!?". "Well," said the man. "Maybe you hadn't heard but I'm an extractor fan."
