Confessions Of A Field Mechanic
Nov 02, 2017
They say confession is good for the soul. With that in mind, here are some things I need to get off my chest after a busy fall chasing combines over hill and dale:
-Yes, I left those ruts in your wet cornfield. I had the choice of leaving trenches for 200 yards across the headland, or carrying tools back and forth that same distance. My choice was, and still is, very obvious.
-No, I didn't need to replace all three header height sensing wands on your corn head. I could have replaced only the one wand that was worn so badly it gave inaccurate readings. But the other two wands were worn nearly as bad, and I would have been back out to replace them within a week to 10 days, so I leaned on you pretty hard to replace them all at once.
-The dual wheels on my service truck throw a lot of rocks if a gust of wind causes me to briefly veer onto the gravel shoulder of a highway. Those gusts of wind seem to happen frequently if someone tailgates me for more than two miles.
-Yes, it annoyed me when you pulled up a lawn chair to watch me fix your machine. It's certainly your right, 'cause you're paying me to be there, but c'mon, a LAWN CHAIR…?
-I admit there are times when the customer knows more about his machine, and how to make certain repairs, than I do. I have no ego about following suggestions in such cases, and am always willing to learn new tricks. I learned long ago to never argue with any farmer who carries a small crescent wrench in one of the pockets in his bib overalls.
-And yes, I did throw away that sandwich you generously shared with me. I don't have the stomach to handle a horse radish and jalepeno on italian sausage sandwich. But for the time I carried it in the truck with me, it DID help clear my sinuses.