Tractor Stories

Granddad Art and Dad were the only mechanics we could afford so anything that broke, they fixed. Our farm machinery was all second hand and mostly old so there was no lack of work. The Ford tractors were particularly troublesome. One of the Ford’s had broken down and wouldn’t start. Granddad towed it down next the shop and began the “Fuel, Spark” ritual. Having cleaned filters and primed the gas pump to no avail he began...

So there I was. The casino would not rehire me, I could not return to law enforcement, and unemployment benefits weren't going to last forever. I needed to find a job. Now, I had driven trucks in my younger days and enjoyed it, but the times have changed in the trucking industry. Now almost every employer wants Class A and not Class B drivers, and there's a difference. Confused? Let me explain. You have seen those big rig...