OK, let me give yawl a some back ground on myself before we go any further here.
My mother thought that she was helping me and when I went into the first grade I could already do adding, subtracting, multiplications, and division.
I could already write in, what did they call it back then, ah heck, cursive I think it was. Yea, and I could read and loved to read all the magazines she got me on things like boy scouts, and stuff like that, but all of that, plus when my birthday was screwed me up.
On top of already knowing what they were going to try to teach me until after the fourth grade, I didn't even get to start school until I was 7 years old.
On top of that, my father worked in Dan River Mills, but he worked the third shift from midnight until 8 AM and he owned a well machine and from the time he found out that I couldn't go to school for another year, he put me to work helping do whatever a shinny little 6 year old boy could do on the well machine, but he paid me 50 cents a day.
Now I'll tell you, the ones that weren't around at that time of life here in the US of A.
For a six year old boy in 1961, fifty cents a day was like a gold mine to me and I am sure there are several others here that can tell about working back in 1960 to 1965 when they were really young chaps.
Anyway, as soon as he came home in the morning and ate breakfast, I had best have the two or three 55 gallon barrels filled with water and any of them with open tops had best have blocks of wood floating on the top of the water so the water wouldn't splash out so bad.
So try to imagine a bored 7 year old, and with all the get up and go I had, multiply that by about ten and you can see the mess I was in.
Without my fathers blessings, and that really made things hard on a young buck, I quit school just as soon as I turned 16, to go to Steele's Welding School,
Daddy told me that I could quit id I wanted to, but he wasn't doing another "danged,,, ??" thing to help me and took my car away from me until I could finish paying for it.
I lied about my age and got a job at the Diston Plant, so now I went to school from 9:00 AM until 3:00 PM and the went to work from 3:30 PM to 12 midnight, but I paid the car of with my first check and it's been me ever since.
I have been a welder/fabricator, among many other trades for over for years now and I am just now getting ready to turn 60 years old in December.
And I have been a foreman at one time or another in most of the trades that I have worked on.
I have built five homes and I designed and drew the prints for three of them from little mixed up drawing the owners had done together. Now you work from a drawing that a husband and wife both were drawing at the same time, LOL.
Any way, that is my history in working, except I left out one big part.
I joined the Army in 1975 and got out in 1978. After that I went to work on the first large construction job I had ever worked on and in August of 78 I fell 48 feet from the cooling tower I was working on and, well let's just say it broke my back and both bones in my right wrist among other injuries and that was the first of several bad falls I have taken, but the Good Lord has always looked after me.
But the last fall, which wasn't but ten feet set me down.
When I asked the doctor the first time I saw him after being released from the hospital, "How long will it be before I can go back to work, he almost laughed in my face and then he told me that I needed to file for disability.
I told him he didn't know me and he said "No Sir, I don't no you, but I do know the extent of the injuries you have sustained and I am afraid that you'll never walk without some type of assistance and you'll never use you right hand again.
I told him then "You still don't know me" and he didn't, but I do admit that I am not the invincible person I seemed like for many years.
That fall didn't stop me, but it sure as the dickens slowed me down greatly.
Now that I have wrote that book on myself, it is passed time for me to get to work so I'll post this and come back at break time and get back on the designing of the tractor. Thanks all for your inputs and all and get ready to help me design this thing cause all of you already know a lot more about what parts ETC. are out there that can be bought.
Now the cheapest that I can find an 18 H.P. horizontal shaft engine is $1,099.00 plus shipping so buying anther engine, probably even a used engine is all but out of the question.
I want to build a tractor that can use ever ounce of power that this 18 H.P. twin cylinder engine will produce and not break any part of as far as that goes, I don't even want to put a large strain on anything else in the tractor.
I'd like the engine to actually be the weakest link in the entire drive train.
And using parts that come from automobiles, I don't think that is something so unrealistic.