Three stand out for me. Thirty years ago, in a heavy snow I was using my WH Raider 9 to plow the common driveway for 6 of us. The snow was deep and heavy so, with the blade at an angle, I'd get pushed sideways. Two neighbors(and friends) came out to see how I was doing. They were a little drunk and in a great mood. They climded onto the hood of the tractor and we plowed that way for the next hour. It was pretty funny, 3 mid thirties Army vets acting like little boys playing. Alteast they had warm seats.
Second is putting my son on his first GT when he was two. A neighbor sold me a Magna Trac GT for Ricky to play with. I cleanned and tuned it then put a ball hitch on it. We used it to pull around our log splitter. Ricky wanted to try driving it so I dettached the logsplitter and put him in the seat with hands on the wheel. I pull started it and put it in creeper gear. He had a great time driving it around our yard.
Third was when Ricky was 12. We were visiting the home of two of our Boyscouts and noticed their dead AC Big Ten. I offered to fix it for them and took it home. Gas tank and carb full of water. I gave it and the mower deck a full going over and got it started. I told Ricky to give it a test drive by mowing the yard. He came back and told me "I want to keep it". I promised to find him one and we brought it to the owners. I got him one a few months later and he drove it all through our woods with his friend on the Magna Trac. We now have that Big Ten too. Good Luck, Rick
Edited by boyscout862, December 12, 2014 - 06:52 AM.