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Monticello IL | Mine was a 826 IH
I was 3 my uncle got it rolling and told me where to steer to across the field. He jumped in the truck and met me there to get me stopped....I could reach the pedals but knew how to kill it if there was a problem. I was pulling a full gravity wagon of corn.
I had 3 farmer uncles growing up and this was the one that was not dangerous.
My first ride was a few months old when grandpa was suppost to be babysitting and got a call to go bale hay. I rode to the neighbors and slept my nap there....don't remember that one | |
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