LowBoy
05-05-2007, 09:36 PM
Having trouble posting more than one photo at a time tonight...
This old Pettibone TLB was sold on eBay, sight unseen of course, to a gentleman in Jasper, Mn. (actually in So. Dakota,) but forget the name of the town. I loaded it in central Vermont, along with this corn detassling contraption, and that went to Osmond, Nebraska the next morning after the Pettibone was dropped.
I left Monday at 6:30 a.m. in a stinking freezing rain/sleet/snowstorm, maintained abot 40 mph all the 425 miles across New York state, feeling like I'd never get there. Ironically I delivered that Pettibone Tuesday evening in So.Dakota somehow...
The guy was happy to see me and gave me a $50. tip for getting it there so quick, which was great. I unloaded the old sow and he wanted to drive it the mile or so to his farm, so I followed him with his pickup, later he'd bring me back to my big truck at this loading dock location.
It was a 1970 with a 353 Detroit, Allison auto, not a sign of a brake on it, leaking oil from every single orafice and after a 1/2 can of ether to get it lit up, it smoked so bad you had to bail off it till it cleared up. But it was only $6,400.00...;)
About 8-900 yds. down the road it started smoking bad under the hood. we stopped and I looked it over and found it was blowing motor oil out the exhaust from #'s 2 & 3 cylinders, indicating she was gonna need a hystorectomy soon. We continued on, about another 3/4 mile to his road, then about 400 yds. into the field. When he (the new owner,) was just parking the old gal, I noticed a fire under the hood and ran over and patted it out before we had a problem.
We jump back in his pickup to bring me back to my rig. At the end of his road at the paved county hwy., we see the ditch on the left side on fire, burning wildly out of control, and directly across from us the entire cornfield of flattened stalks is ablaze, and I mean 5-6 acres and rapidly increasing with fury!
"I said, better make a phonecall, Sonny." This is a scene you only read about by now. I get thinking about it and realized that the old Yamaha motor must have blown out some cinders, because the exhaust pipe has a 90 degree elbow facing right, and that's the side the fires were on as we traveled. I explained my theory to him and he said, "well, I'm damn sure not going to take any credit for it..." I got in my truck and headed west to Souix Falls and to my right all I could see was a massive inferno being wind-driven, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but realistically the fire wasn't going to hurt a thing, because it was more than a mile to the nearest structure. probably did more good than harm, but it still was quite a scene, and felt a little awkward actually being an integral part of the problem.:D
This old Pettibone TLB was sold on eBay, sight unseen of course, to a gentleman in Jasper, Mn. (actually in So. Dakota,) but forget the name of the town. I loaded it in central Vermont, along with this corn detassling contraption, and that went to Osmond, Nebraska the next morning after the Pettibone was dropped.
I left Monday at 6:30 a.m. in a stinking freezing rain/sleet/snowstorm, maintained abot 40 mph all the 425 miles across New York state, feeling like I'd never get there. Ironically I delivered that Pettibone Tuesday evening in So.Dakota somehow...
The guy was happy to see me and gave me a $50. tip for getting it there so quick, which was great. I unloaded the old sow and he wanted to drive it the mile or so to his farm, so I followed him with his pickup, later he'd bring me back to my big truck at this loading dock location.
It was a 1970 with a 353 Detroit, Allison auto, not a sign of a brake on it, leaking oil from every single orafice and after a 1/2 can of ether to get it lit up, it smoked so bad you had to bail off it till it cleared up. But it was only $6,400.00...;)
About 8-900 yds. down the road it started smoking bad under the hood. we stopped and I looked it over and found it was blowing motor oil out the exhaust from #'s 2 & 3 cylinders, indicating she was gonna need a hystorectomy soon. We continued on, about another 3/4 mile to his road, then about 400 yds. into the field. When he (the new owner,) was just parking the old gal, I noticed a fire under the hood and ran over and patted it out before we had a problem.
We jump back in his pickup to bring me back to my rig. At the end of his road at the paved county hwy., we see the ditch on the left side on fire, burning wildly out of control, and directly across from us the entire cornfield of flattened stalks is ablaze, and I mean 5-6 acres and rapidly increasing with fury!
"I said, better make a phonecall, Sonny." This is a scene you only read about by now. I get thinking about it and realized that the old Yamaha motor must have blown out some cinders, because the exhaust pipe has a 90 degree elbow facing right, and that's the side the fires were on as we traveled. I explained my theory to him and he said, "well, I'm damn sure not going to take any credit for it..." I got in my truck and headed west to Souix Falls and to my right all I could see was a massive inferno being wind-driven, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but realistically the fire wasn't going to hurt a thing, because it was more than a mile to the nearest structure. probably did more good than harm, but it still was quite a scene, and felt a little awkward actually being an integral part of the problem.:D