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California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
I love the old tractors as well. Here is a 1942 Massey Harris I traded a boat for so I could have it for yard art. Sits right inside my gate.
On returning from Viet Nam I was stationed at the old George Air Force base, outside of Victorville, for 21-months, and for most of that time shared a house with two and sometime three other guys. The house was old, even for the time, and situated on a dirt road. Now, if you substitute that tractor for a clapped-out '55 Chevy and eliminate the weeds that surround it, the picture would just about duplicate it.
A lot of weird stuff happened at that old dump, like a housemate who decided it would be fun to chase Rommel in his '61 Thunderbird. He invited me along and we bounced over some rises and down the other sides till the car became stuck in the sand. It was still there a year later. Then there was the time I stepped out the front door just as the guy standing on the porch took a shot at a roadrunner with his 1911. My ears were still ringing the next morning when I had to take my discharge hearing test.