It was a mischievous trap. It really was.
Some of you know that Old Buzzard piloted the HMS Rainmaker through the narrow shoals into the Old Paths Equipment harbor recently to drop off his very special HDT1000 diesel Bolens for a refurbish.
So as he docks, and I stroll down to meet him, lo and behold not one Bolens but two Bolens are on board! Then I hear the sad, sad, story, how single handedly Old Buzzard saved a Bolens G11 from a forgotten life as possibly yard decoration and future decomposition. I sympathized, praised, and nodded all along. Old Buzzard attempts to start the G11, and it won't start. Low battery. So I get to go all over the poor old tractor with jumper cables hooking it up for a little boost.
Then I hear all the nasty little details. The G11 is a rare old bird ("Ah, yes" said I). Nobody knew the G11 existed ("Most certainly," said I). The G11 would look beautiful restored ("Si, si" said I). The G11 would be a great addition to any collection ("Of course," said I).
Then we unload the HDT1000 and we croon and swoon over diesel soot and dream of making it shine. We get nearly distracted doing that.
Just as I get ready to move off the HDT1000 and let the Rainmaker pull up the gangplank and make sail, Old Buzzard leans over and says, "Ben, how would you like to own a Bolens?"
I knew that was coming.
I felt so.... used. Drug along like that. Forced to admire a tractor and then forced to look interested.
That's how I fell kicking and screaming and punching and moaning into the proud ownership of a G11. The first Bolens four wheel tractor I have owned.
So you'd think that would be all. I would lick my wounds and realize how used I really was and I how I need to carefully mark my words around tractors.
Well it wasn't.
And its all Old Buzzard's fault.
I was browsing Craigslist late at night (dumber than wearing a chicken suit into a Perdue processing plant) and I happened to see the magic word "Bolens" pop up. I expected some MTD garbage, but in the picture I saw the unmistakable steel tube frame hood.
I should have gone by my gut. Run for the hills. Kick up dust while its dry.
But I went ahead and did the conservative thing. I closed the tab on my browser and figured the guy had already sold it.
You think I did that?
First I sent him an email. First thing the next morning (since I really didn't want to begin a business relationship by calling someone far too late at night) I called him and said I was coming that night. Be ready.
And when I got there, I found a pretty darn nice looking Bolens 850.
So that's how I fell into a Bolens trap.
In one week, I went from no Bolens to owning a Bolens dynamic duo.
And its all Old Buzzard's fault, too.