Tractor Games

Today was a day of rest. Originally I was going to do a couple of hours down along the beach, but we got going late. Jack Fulton and I got to working on one of his tractors, and that took most of the afternoon. It seems that if you run this brand of diesel out of fuel you have to bleed the fuel lines. Air is no good for compression you see. Yes, I looked at the manual. No, I did not read it, or maybe I should say I did not read until after we worked on it. No, it does not run. But, I was covered in diesel fuel and grease by the time we got done bleeding the poor machine. I do not think I would hurt the tractors feelings if I said it was whipped. Jack thinks we will get it running tomorrow. I will hold my pessimistic line until I hear the bad boy turn over.