There’s nothing more useless than a broken piece of equipment. It can’t function to do its job. And on a farm, everything has it’s purpose.
Take a forage harvester for example.
A forage harvester’s job is to chop and blow hay or corn in a field. In order for this to work, all the cutting blades have to be sharp and functioning, along with the blower working to suck up and throw the chopped grain into a silage wagon that is hooked behind it.
This is all pulled by a tractor and ran off the tractor’s PTO shaft that connects power between the chopper and the tractor.
All it takes is one part and the entire system fails.
When your car is broken, it can’t take you where you need to go. It’s not safe to travel with.
When you break a leg, you’re unable to walk until it heals. You seek a doctor at a hospital to set it.
Yet, when your heart is broken, it can’t beat the way it once did. What place is there for it?
It’s a good thing there are places to go to find parts when your farm equipment is broken.
This past week, I went part hunting and found myself at a farm machinery place.
It’s like a junk yard for broken farm equipment.
I walked into a red shed in the midst of it all, which was the office. When I walked up to the counter, a gentleman asked me if he could help me. If only finding the parts we needed were so easy, right?
I told him what I was there for. “I need an electric motor for a 1260 Gehl Harvester with the tin cover.”
He flipped through pages of parts and notes and I told him, “We called a few days ago.”
“Last week maybe?” he asked.
“No, just a few days ago,” I said.
“There it is,” he said. “Days, weeks, they all fly by here.” He laughed as he picked up the phone.
A few minutes later, another man came and my request was relayed. “It’s Hydraulic,” the man told me.
I shook my head. “It’s electric.”
“No, that’s the motor for the blower, it’s hydraulic,” he insisted.
“Its electric,” I assured him.
I know I’d been off the farm for a while, but I knew the difference between a hydraulic motor an a electric one. Plus, my brother told me it was electric before I went on this adventure to get one.
So then I waited…and waited.. and waited.
It was hot and sweat slicked my face. I could have sat in the car, but I’d rolled down the windows and left my pouting tween to play her Nintendo DS and hang her elbow out the window. I’d told her if she was too hot she could get out of the car. It wouldn’t have mattered if the air condition was left on or not, the window breeze was cooler than the air blowing from the dash. Note to self, gotta get that checked out this week.
Within an hour of arrival, I had my electric 1260 Gehl Havestor motor in the back of my car.
“You’re right, it’s electric,” the man said with a half smile on his face. It was that kind of smile where you get the impression that he knew, and this was just a test to see if I wasn’t just some city girl on a blind mission.
While my open-toed sandals and stripped blouse may have made me look like I just came from sitting behind a desk at a bank, inside I’m still a farm girl, through and through.
While I drove away, I got to thinking about that part in the back of my car. Soon the forage harvester would run again. Maybe not good as new. Perhaps even better, who knows. But I know one thing, when you’ve been missing something and a part of it gets restored, it’s like hooking up that motor and being able to run again.