Apologies. It seems the slideshows and movies are not viewable in the email version of this post. If this is the case for you, please go to the last paragraph, and click on the link to the home page. When that comes up, you’ll be able to see everything just fine.
We’ll start right out with Pony stuff. Here’s a little slide show of how the rehabilitation of the right rear wheel went.
I stopped putting coats of paint on after 3 coats, because son, Andrew, came to visit for a week, and number one on his list of things to do while in NC was to drive the tractor. I’ve since applied a fourth coat. That’s Andrew helping mount the wheel in the slide show above. Action photos courtesy of Lynne.
Now here come the movies. The first is of Andrew taking the Pony for a spin.
And here’s a video taken by Andrew of me, and I’ll admit right off that he took a better video than I did.
After viewing these, I gotta say that I look like a scarecrow riding a tractor, but Andrew, well he looks like he belongs up there, a real farm hand! By the way, when Andrew got to the end of his second drive, I grabbed the throttle and brought the engine down to idle…well actually I killed the engine, and we couldn’t get the dang thing running again. Last weekend Gene and I did some diagnostics and found that a part inside the distributor had fallen apart. As a result, the points won’t open and close and no spark is getting to the engine. Maggie Simpson, Parts Detective, is sending me a complimentary replacement along with a FREE t-shirt from Kuhn’s Equipment. Photo of me in the t-shirt is promised for the next blog post.
I just got the refurbished fenders back from Jim. He was all over those things with sandblasting, welding, bondo and primer/filler. Those fenders are now smooth as glass; great work, Jim. He threw himself into that job like a tornado, but now I’ll probably take the next month to put the paint on them. If Jim and I were buttons on a DVR, he’d be “FAST FORWARD” and I’d be “PAUSE.” I’ll wait with a slide show of the fenders until I’ve finished them, but in the meantime, here’s a Cost-O-Meter question for you. Jim had about $80 worth of expenses including the $35 shipping cost. Rather than sending him cash we agreed to a barter deal. I sent him 3 cactus plants of equal value in return for his services. The Princess and I grew the cactus from pieces that broke off another cactus, so we have no money in them. Do I need to add something to the C-O-M, and if so, how much? All comments appreciated. If I get a consensus, I’ll go with that.
Speaking of the “O-Meters,” the Guinea Pig-O-Meter got a nice $50 bump last week. I stopped by to visit my friends in the lab over at UNC and coughed up some more sputum for them. This time they’re going to try to see what happens to my donated lung cells when they infect them with MRSA bacteria. Just another step forward for medical science. They’ve always said I was a good donor, so I got to thinking that I was pretty hot stuff when it comes to hawking-up loogies. This time though, when I went in, Martha was bragging on some woman who hawked up 12 million cells. Having a bit of a competitive spirit, I asked Martha to let me know how many I donated this time. Hate to admit it, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t beat that mystery woman. My score: 4 million. You can make anything sound good though. I’ve started calling myself the 4 million man! By the way, Heather down in the lab, who does all the fun stuff with cells and bacteria noticed the very appropriate shirt I wore for my donation; it was from “Hawk” Mountain up in Pennsylvania. Post script to the above. We were shopping the afternoon of my lab visit, and as The Princess and I were walking the isles of the store she casually slipped a box of cologne into the basket. I picked it up and looked at the price, what a coincidence, $50! Ah well, easy come, easy go.
When the Pony was sitting down at the end of Gene’s drive, I took a photo of it sitting there, so you’d have an up-to-date “before and after” of the Pony. Here you go.
Finally, I don’t know why, but sometimes a minor event, no, not even that…just something that happens one second and is gone the next, sticks with you. We’d had a nice rain overnight. The roads were still damp in spots when I left on the morning 40. About a mile from my usual mid-ride break spot I rode under some trees. The wind freshened just enough to send a single rain drop off a leaf. I was riding fast while gravity pulled hard on the rain drop. The timing was perfect…I never saw it coming. It landed wet on my lower lip, and involuntarily I sucked it in. Does everything happen like that? Maybe there’s just a bunch of random crap flying around…and every now and then the pieces bump into each other, sometimes in a good way, sometimes in ways with awful consequences, and in still others, like mine this morning, they just make you think.
With that bit of cyclist’s philosophy, I’ll wrap-up this post. Your Idiotic Author heads off on his annual, week-long bike ride this Friday, so while I’m gone why not amuse yourselves by viewing old posts. Just go to the home page at ThatIdioticTractor.com and scroll back as far as you want by using the calendar in the right column. Click on any highlighted day. Unbelievable, but there are now three year’s worth of posts.
Thanks for reading.