Brad,
I've had a lot of fun putting those sagas together. We need some new ones, though -- certainly there are some really interesting stories to be told of how we find our old trucks (or how they find us, as the case may be).
As soon as I am emotionally stable enough, I may write about bringing my Farmall A home...
C'mon, guys -- we need some new sagas -- put on yer creative beanies and wordsmith me some stories of searching up the old iron -- pretty soon, all the old trucks lurking in fencerows and in old tobacco barns are going to be all crushed and on their way to a steel mill in China. And the barns they were in will be bulldozed, paved over and have WalMarts built over them. Future generations need to be able to read what it was like to actually find an unrestored antique truck actually sitting abandoned somewhere in a place called a "farm." Or another place that used to exist generations ago -- the "woods."
Please don't make me write all this -- I think you guys are sick of my rants.
John
