This is the 1941 Farmall H that I mentioned in my last post…I’ve been using it to rake hay in the field lately. Ain’t it a beauty? Being me, of course, I named it Hercules. When you hit a ground hog hole, the old seat bounces you into the air, and if you push the throttle too far, the engine burps loudly. It’s got a lot of personality.
My friend dragged it out of hedgerow, where it hadn’t been used in decades. He filed the points, put in some gas, and he started right up. It is a tractor that just wants to work. The sediment bowl is usually half full of rust. He opened up the rear end to add gear lube and 5 gallons of cool clear water ran out. But it still runs.