There’s been a lot going on since the Pony came home to Primrose Lane. The new draw bar arrived; it’s been sand blasted, primed and even had a first shot of Pony red paint. Before going to work on it, I did a test fit on the tractor, and it fits perfectly. The trip down to Siler City and Jeff, the sand blaster went smoothly. I dropped the parts off one day and picked them up the next. Jeff’s mules were there, but he wasn’t. Over the phone he just said to leave the $35 inside a cinder block next to his work shop. Amazing what you can get done without even seeing a guy. Here’s a little montage of draw bar progress photos.
There was one other item I had Jeff sand blast. When I first found the Pony back in the woods, in its little glove box there were a few miscellaneous items, all corroded, the most notable of which was an old hatchet head. After Jeff sand blasted the head, I took it into Fitch’s, our local lumber yard/hardware and bought a new, hickory handle for it. While I was checking out, I showed the boys behind the counter the old hatchet head and told them the story behind it, even showed ’em the photo of the Pony on my phone. Just thinking out loud I said that I should probably get the head sharpened, and one of them said, “Ya got a guy?” It took me a second, but translated that meant, Do you have a person that can do that for you? I said that I didn’t, and with that he flipped open a folder of business cards and wrote down the name and address of Sig Unger, who’s a CEO, that’s right, “Chief Edge officer!”
I just love all the little side adventures the Pony has led me out on, and meeting a CEO back in the woods, just outside of Carrboro was just another. I followed the directions given me at Fitch’s and found Sig’s place. As I climbed out of the car, I spotted an old, tarnished quarter in the gravel driveway and considered that a lucky sign. The place was closed-up “tight as a drum,” and no one answered my knock, but when I got back to the car, the house door opened and there was Sig. He was congenial, took the head, asked when I needed it and we agreed he’d have it ready at the same time the next day. I said how much cash should I have with me, and without thinking much, he said “five dollars.” When I returned the next day, Sig handed me the head and said, “Be careful,” and when I ran my finger over the edge, I could see why. By golly, I think I could shave with that edge. As I was leaving, Sig asked if I had one of his cards, and I said, no, so he popped back in the house and grabbed one for me. Wow, the business card of a CEO!
Over the next couple of days I sanded and refinished the store-bought handle to “Boehmke standards,” and attached the sand-blasted, sharpened head it. Here are a few of photos of that little project. Don’t forget, you can click the images to make them bigger.
Now The Princess says that I can’t keep the hatchet in plain sight out in the garage; it’s just too dangerous a weapon to leave lying around. Actually, if I can find a way, I’m thinking of mounting it somewhere on the Pony. The two came to me together, so I kind of feel they should stay together.
Well, I’ve kept you waiting long enough. I know you’re saying, really? For what? Just about everyone I know has asked me at some point during the Pony’s five-year restoration, “What will you do with it when it’s finished?” I’ve put everyone off just saying that I wasn’t even going to think about that until I got to that point. For all of you and I guess even for me, the slide show that follows is at least a start toward answering that question. The photos that make up the show were taken during the block party that our little town home community had last weekend. Enjoy the show.
Ever since first hearing Lyle Lovett sing that song I knew it had to be a part of my Pony’s story. Have a great Memorial Day weekend and thanks for watching.