I’ve recently noticed a new hobby out there – buying a classic car from the year you were born and restoring it. My birthday is coming up and I've reached the age where a certain level of impracticality is acceptable. I’ve never really had a hobby, but I’ve been thinking it might be time for me to acquire one. I’m trying not to dwell on the psychological aspects of buying something the same age as me, that’s run down and ugly, and spending a fortune to restore it to a semblance of its former glory.
That's very interesting. Thanks for writing.
My sister lives in a relatively new apartment building in Hopkins MN. It's built on the land where the Minneapolis Moline factory once stood. The building is called 'The Moline" and they have several restored Moline tractors on display. The tractors are driven in the annual Hopkins Raspberry Festival parade.
I can relate to the crank starting story. Mine involves an Allis WD 45 with a dead battery at least a 1/2 mile from home. Crank was in the slot on the fender, worth a try, what could go wrong? No blood, but I thought I had either broken my arm or dislocated my shoulder. Lesson learned...