Sandmans omnipresence in defence of classics

[gofastsandman]

Well, I brought what was left of the chain and my thoughts to Philbrick`s.

Philbrick`s was a lawn and garden shop that sold Ford tractors, Fisher plows,
Lawn mowers, and anything else you might need for your property.

I visited them on a regular schedule. I bought master links by the half dozen.
Chain links. Chains, recoil springs and even a centrifugal clutch in anticipation of my abuse.

Can you imagine a shop that would open an account for a twelve year old menace
with no ID in today`s world?
They offered and I agreed to pay at the end of the month.
No papers.
Nothing.
Not even a hand shake.



In back of the shop, they had a wonderful graveyard of tractors, riding lawn mowers,
snow blowers, tillers, chainsaws, and on and on. It was almost as big as the parking lot.

They also had catalogs. Big, huge, thick catalogs. I loved these. A Mercury 2 speed clutch? Hmmm.

I had thought of channeling the 2x4s with a chisel to accept the axles, but my skill
level with chisels was horrible.