Yesterday I told how a guy came to buy tractor fenders from Cliff, after seeing them listed on Craigslist. I thought it was great that Cliff met a like-minded fellow who lives so nearby.
I'll bet some of you think this is where I tell you the guy was a crook; we've all heard those awful Craigslist stories, haven't we? But no, he was the real deal.
Last night, Cliff got a phone call from a stranger, a friend of the fellow who is buying the fenders. Seems they have a tractor club, and this guy wants Cliff to join.
Cliff has intended to join a tractor club ever since he retired, he just hadn't gotten around to it.
Even though this club is mostly based on tractor-pulling, and that isn't Cliff's main interest, he's going to join anyhow, because if these guys like tractors they are his kind of guys. This man suggested Cliff take the 1855 somewhere to a tractor pull they are planning, but of course we don't have the kind of equipment it takes to haul a 10,000 pound tractor around.
The club is getting together this Saturday. Cliff had to decline that particular meeting because we have company coming, but he'll plan to be free the next time.
Meanwhile, the caller wants to come and look at the beautiful 1855 his friend told him about.