Showing posts with label oliver tractor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oliver tractor. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Cliff’s “new” fenders

Warning: This entry is about Cliff’s passion, the old 1855 Oliver he hopes to restore. City-dwellers, especially ladies, may want to skip this entirely.

I mentioned before that on Saturday’s ride, Cliff found some fuel-tank fenders for his 1855. Oh, his tractor has fenders… but not fuel-tank fenders.

Back when Ollie was new, she was one of the bigger tractors to be found, so full-time farmers were the ones who bought the 1855… and the even bigger 1955 and 2255. One option with that line was fuel-tank fenders: You’d fill up the regular tank plus the two fuel-tanks in the fenders, and you didn’t have to return to the barn so often to refuel, when you were out working the fields.

Very practical, for farmers who had huge acreages. Cliff, however, only wanted them because he thinks they make the tractor look better than the regular fenders.

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Ever since he saw that perfectly restored 1755 Oliver (pictured here) at an Iowa tractor show, he’s dreamed of getting his Ollie looking like that. And that tractor had those special fenders.

Yesterday we went to Clinton to pick up those fenders Cliff spotted Saturday; they were ready and waiting, but as the fellow started to load them, he said, “The ones in back that were already off the tractor are in better shape than these.”

He offered to take Cliff to see them, and Cliff agreed they were superior to the others. Those are the ones we came home with.

As it happens, they came off an 1850, rather than an 1855. So there are two lights in each of the fenders instead of one. For a purist, they wouldn’t do. But for my husband, who thinks two lights look better than one anyhow, they’re just right.

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Somebody welded ugly angle-iron on top of these, so those will have to be removed.

And that’s the story of the fuel-tank fenders.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

My first tomato!

The poor little thing is the size of a pea,
But it's holding the promise of good things for me.

This little guy will never be huge; it's a grape tomato. I went out searching my garden because I read over at Dad's Tomato Garden that his first tomato made its appearance. Of course Dad's in Tennessee, so his crop is bound to be ahead of mine.

Cliff's brother is coming this morning with a trailer large enough to haul the big barn ornament Oliver tractor we're buying. I think I'll ride along; I might get a picture or two.

As far as I know, this is the last item on Cliff's bucket list. He now owns everything he wanted when he was younger but couldn't afford. I'm sure he'll think of something else, though, once the new wears off this thirty-some-year-old giant of a tractor.