|On my way home after a hard days work with my ol' houndog Rosco, I spotted a gray, rusty hulk broke down on the access road beside I-40 in Buncombe, NC. Now, tired as I was I smelled an opportunity. It required a 2 mile double back but I was determined to I. D. this N. As I approached the target, I could tell it was an NAA. The old guy that was standing aside was obviously in some distress. I offered to help but as is usually the case no assistance was required. Turns out the N was fine but the 16 foot trailer it was towing had a flat (BTW, the fully loaded with 14 inch poplar saw logs, a common site around Asheville. ) Considering the politics of the situation, I politely asked the pedigree of the tractor. It was a '54 NAA with some functional improvements but essentially original. The old guy answered all my questions' but as he was butt draggin' tired I didn't press him. He calmly inserted the key and pressed the starter. It started like a dream, like a belch waiting to happen. And it purred like Clarence the cross-eyed lion. |
Any one of you would have been impressed by the raw power as this 50 year old dusty, rusty hunk of Detroit steel hustled down the highway with its load of Tarheel timber atow.
Pretty is nice, but Ford tough is true blue America.
Details of this colorful scenario are available to those who appreciate a good tractor tale.
Bert Brown, from NC, entered 2001-03-24