Let me start by saying I am mostly into garden tractors but I do have a BN that i have been restoring and use for tractor shows and tractor cruises. And yes it has a seat on the left side that matches the right for my wife to ride on.
So to yesterdays story:
The wife and I drove 110 miles with the tactor on a trailer for a benefit 50 mile tractor cruise. After the tractor was unlaoded and in line we were ready to head out. we were tractor # 20 in a line of 33 and I rode the clutch as we inched our way to the county road and came to a stop as we bunched up. As I left the clutch out the tractor would not move.
And when I say it wouldnt move I mean the engine was under a load and close to quitting. I quickly looked down on the floor board to see if the parking brake pawl had become set. Nope not that. Slipped it in reverse and nope it isnt moving. So all the others in the line passed us. Eventually by pressing and releasing the clutch the tractor was able to move. (deep in the back of my mind was, " How am I going to load this beast if it wont move and I dont have a winch or come a long"?)
I had the wife off the tractor, and i drove in a circle 50 ft in diameter and all seemed normal. Decision made to try to make time catch up with the group. The highay patrol was patient and they waited for me. We started out on the road in 4th and wide open. No more than 300 yds down the road the god awfulest racket started coming out of the internal guts of the tractor. Sounded like a but not quite the same as a fan blade into a shroud but it wasnt coming from the front of the tractor. It lasted 10 seconds. I looked at the wife and said our day is over.
2 strikes against us in less than a 1/4 mile. I didnt want to be some where where I had to be towed. So wife and I turn around and drive back to the trailer and I load it up. Oddly enough no strange sounds just the smell of something hot like a brake band.
So I bring the wife home, and I head east of KC Mo another 110 miles to my dad's place where I store old red. Dad is 78 and has been active all his life and the Farmall was to be a joint project but as the years have rolled on he hasnt had much interest.
When I get to his place he drives it, not a sound. I drive it on the county road in front of his place not a sound.
We scratch our heads and finally decide to do what all mechanics do ( check the transmission oil. HA!~ Why ? Who knows.
But when I pulled the plug on top of the transmission it was milky white. Yep Water in the oil.
I did drain approx 2.5 gallons of water oil mix out of the transmission /differential. When it all had run out I slid a finger in the drain hole. Again why did I do that I have no idea. But to my surprise I pulled out
3 small pieces of gravel
1 bolt with lock washer
1 piece of of a bevel gear tooth
and a butt load of metal filings.
Needless to say it wasnt turning out to be the great day. And i am resigned to whats ahead. Either a total tranny rebuild or replacing it with another used tranny.
While I was very angry over the tractor laying down on me, and the prospect of 2 days worth of work to tear it down to get the trans off and replaced and another couple days to put it back together. There is some consulation in knowing that a little voice in my head told me to stop while I could.
On the way back home last night without the tractor I realized that had we continued on and been running say 10-12 mph on the county road in a line and the transmission/differential had picked up that bolt, gear tooth. it is possible the unit would have locked up. Had it locked up one or both of us would have abruptly departed the tractor, the guy behind may have run over the tractor or us, and quite possibly the transmission case may have disintegrated allowing the tractor to collapse in the road splayed open like a slaughtered hog.
Many years ago I flew for a living and before that in flight school the instructors said " If it doesnt feel right or a voice in your head says NO to flying stay on the ground". Yesterday that voice was screaming at me and I listened and I am glad I did.
Now time to find me a great transmission differential for my BN.