We normally go up to my Uncle Vic’s the weekend of Mothers day to take the toys out and spend the day plowing. I hadn’t done a thing with the majors all winter and the county 4 was back together after last summer’s bad transmission bearing, but I still had the drive shafts and floorboards off as I have to replace the pinion shaft seals behind the brakes and fix the brakes. With Uncle Vic’s only a month away I got her in the shop last Friday to do this, I then wanted to do a little plowing to make sure all was well and then give her the paint job she deserves.
So Saturday was the day for the local spring consignment auction and I’m still looking for a good used plow. As I got there the vehicles we already parked up the road a good 1/8 of a mile and an older gentleman that I’ve known for several years, Rodger, had just gotten out of his truck and was walking to the grounds as I drove by. I was driving my wife’s explorer that can be squeezed in most any where so I was going to try my luck at parking on the grounds, I stopped popped the passenger door open and told Rodger to get in, off we went. I found a parking spot rite away, Rodger thanked me and off to the auction we went. A good deed is always rewarded.
It was a beautiful spring day, a big crowed and a good day for selling…a bad day for buying. After about an hour I was already walking back to my car to leave. Tim, a guy I know from Bear Creek hollered at me as I was walking out, Don’t you have one of those oddball big wheeled English fords he says to me, ya I say, I have one. He tells me a guy he works for just drug one out of the shed that’s been sitting for years and wants to get rid of it, he gives me Paul’s phone number. I ask him if it had a four or a six cylinder motor but he wasn’t sure, he had looked at it a few days ago but knew nothing about it. Home I went and gave Paul a call.
Paul told me the thing had been sitting since he started working there eight years ago. It had had the wheels widened out and was used to move railroad cars up and down the tracks. It had been started six years ago to move it but they couldn’t steer it and it had been sitting in a shed since then. He also told me it was a super six but the original motor had been replaced.
The two boys and I hopped in the car with a camera and a flashlight and we where off. An hour later we pulled into the yard to see the ugliest County I had ever seen! The wheels sticking out the sides and a ugly yellow motor stuck in it that was the wrong one, I believe a D series. The hood was missing and the wiring was cobbled to a homemade dash and ignition switch bolted to the front of the left floorboard. I had been looking for a six cylinder motor for thirty years and the only thing that I’ve been able to find is two overpriced units on the other side of the country, and the chances of finding the correct motor for this one was slim to none……..but it was a Super six! By Sunday afternoon it was in my yard.
So by Tuesday I was over at the local wrecking yard to scrounge up some pieces parts that I needed. This is a big yard, there are usually 5 guys working at the counter not to mention the guys in the shop. I would have to guess the have a thousand tractors in the yard. Unfortunately the prices sometimes reflect this so I normally try to keep my purchases to the small piddely stuff and hit the smaller scrap yards if I need more costly parts. Off I went looking and scrounging only to find one bracket for the battery box I needed but I wanted to look around as the motor in the 6 is I believe a D series with a rather cobbled up oil pan and I wanted to look around to see what it had on it from the factory. Out in the blue section of the yard I was looking at tractors and motors lying about and I spotted an engine with an aluminum oil pan that looked much closer to what I wanted. The engine was laying on its side with the injector pump down, the pan looked like it was made for a county, and I soon realized there was no frost plugs on the side of the block………..I got down on my hands and knees to look under the motor……the injector pump was shaft driven, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at…..someone had actually scribbled COUNTRY on the side of the oil pan.
Off to the office I went, I could have walked past a naked lady riding a cow and not even slowed down. I got one of the guys out to look at it and give me a price, he was on the radio with the boss, no one was real sure what the story was, it had been laying around outside for some time so they sold it to me for core price.
My oldest boy had worked at this yard only a few years ago, I had repeatedly asked the parts guys if they had any of the sixes around and the answer was always no. this motor had been there sense 1992, with the date and initials from the guy that drained the oil out of it…..and no one knew it was there.
Next time you see an old guy walking down the road…… give him a ride.
Pat


