Well, looks like some of you spent Valentine's much the way I did...outside working on tractor or farm related additions or problems.
I'm glad I made my wife some fresh roasted coffee, and a Belgian waffle before I ventured outside...because, while not intentionally, I spent most of the day with my tractor instead of her.
"Honey, just a quick trip back to the woods to pick up that firewood before the snow arrives." Still had a load or two from cutting my new path through the woods, so filled up the bucket and the carry all box in no time and drove across the 8 degrees ground back to unload.
"Gee, most of those rounds look like they could use a split or two before stacking." So 268 pulls on the starter rope later, my splitter warms up and comes to life (I really did count...it's getting like a contest to see how many pulls it takes...maybe I need to use more Seafoam). After getting it started I was almost too worn out to split.
"I've finished splitting, but there's another load on the ground I should run gather...won't take long." So, I drive along to a few remaining piles of wood, and fill the box and bucket one last time. Ready to head back to the shed...flat tire...and the bead completely separated from the rim...if there is any fortune in that, it is fortunately it was a front tire. I must have driven across one of the little stumps. Even though I cut them flush with the ground, once driven over and around, the soft earth and leaf layer compresses and results in an inch or three protruding, until I come back and recut.
So I dump out a completely filled bucket of 3 to 6 inch rounds and lift the tractor up with the FEL. Time to hike back to the house and retrieve my little air compressor - one of those jump start/work light/air compressor in one...I can blow harder than this thing can pump...no go. At least I had driven my 4Runner back there rather than hiked back.
"Are you enjoying that Valentine's movie? I'm taking my tire up to the gas station and see if they can seal the bead. Be back soon."...closed on Sunday. Next stop, a truck stop on I-95, 20 miles away...nice fellow takes a few minutes to understand I'm talking about a farm tractor tire, not an 18 wheeler tractor. A couple of hands full of tire mounting paste later, good to go. No charge...$5 tip.
Back home, it's dark...get flashlight, mount wheel, tighten, reload all the little pieces of firewood...drive 4Runner home...hike back to tractor, drive it home. Trudge inside. Wife says, "Soup's been cooking all afternoon, and now it's ready."
Love My Valentine.