Friday, March 31, 2017

Drive - A Memoir 81st Installment

was the battery that was thrown off, but a Ford will run without a battery. Then, there was an assortment of parts: metal pieces and one of the braces that held the radiator. Then, there was the gas tank – whoa, we had bounced off the gas tank! That was what had killed the engine, starving it for fuel. We pushed the Whiz Gizzy into the borrow pit, gathered up, threw the broken and loose parts in the borrow pit. We would come back for the Whiz Gizzy later.

You know why our adventure went so wrong?” I asked.
Yah, the traction masters are too short,” Russ reasoned.

And the half springs we made,” I added. “The traction bars pushed the frame up allowing the axel, with only the half–springs, to move under the Whiz Gizzy throwing it up; then the springs pulled the axel back only to have it travel under again. Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce.”

Well, we can fix it, can’t we?” Russ’s asked.

Sure, given enough time we can fix it. Furthermore, given enough time we can do anything!” I said, as we walked home to do the chores. “I truly believe I can figure out anything.”

Chapter 20
After morning chores, moving six hand lines of irrigation sprinklers and milking the neighbor’s fifty cows, we went to work on Carl’s farms. Carl had sixteen hundred acres of hay that he baled into ninety pound bales that had to be stacked for winter feed for cattle. Carl always worked on new methods and copied any idea that might bring in the hay faster, including trucks, trailers, and lots of hired men trying to buck and stack hay fast enough to beat the rain. There was a time he had as many as ten men working the trucks and wagons in the fields, until we explained our operation with slips and the bomb carrier the Old Man had built. Carl, then, purchased a Farmall tractor with a front loader and hay bale grapple fork. He could pick up twelve of the heavy fourteen by eighteen hay bales, and stack them, without touching a bale! He would pick up the bales Russ and I had stacked on the slip and rush over to the hay yard and set the bales into place. It was slick; by the look of satisfaction on his face, he treasured it. Carl had four slips built eight feet wide and sixteen feet long attached to four of his fastest tractors. The tractors would race to the field, and Russell and I would fill them with bales two wide, two high and eight long. We’d step off the loaded slip, and the tractor and driver would tear off to the stack, tractor blowing black smoke. The next tractor would be lined up behind; we’d step on the slip and begin to load this one. Carl would be busy at the stack, unloading with four bites of the grapple

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