This afternoon I had to help Big Daddy get the tractor started. I'm not sure what's wrong with it, I just heard rumblings of the battery blowing up in his face last week....but I'm not sure of all the facts.
So all showered, smellin' good and ready to go to town on errands, he asks me to help. As a dutiful farm wife, I say, "In this?" No, just kidding, I didn't, I said "No problem" With my mouth full of last nights carmel corn and a bottle of water in hand, I headed across the road to help. His plan was to push the tractor out of the barn with the skidsteer, it would head down the hill and by simply letting the clutch out, it would start. But... the tractor was going to be headed backwards and the manure spreader was hooked to it! Needless to say, I volunteered to hop in the skidsteer and do the pushing. With the last push I gave him as he headed down the hill backwards, I said to myself, "This is a trainwreck waiting to happen!" But, I was wrong, he went just a few feet down the hill, let the clutch out and it started. Ye of little faith!