How many of ya

WD  and it was my grandfather's.   Somehow the tractor must have shrunk as there just isn't anywhere near the room around that toolbox today as there was 50 years ago.

You know, I can't remember riding on the tractor. What I do remember is being put on the seat of the WC to steer while Dad,my brother and Uncle loaded hay. Dad would put it in gear and get it moving and also come jump back up when it needed to be stopped. Also remember being put on a brockway to disk ahead of Dad planting corn before I was even old enough to start school, so am assuming I was five at the time as brother wasn't there which can only mean he was in school. Good times and good days. Thanks for bring back the memories.

One thing I remember was standing on the draw bars of  Farmall H and M's while dad drove. He was pretty particular about safety, and us getting hurt...it is a wonder he ever let us on that tractor when it was running. He never let us stand on the draw bar if he was towing something. 

I wonder if the AC engineer that designed that tool box realized that it would be used as a seat for future AC lovers as much as  it was for tools......

I rode some with my Uncle on the toolbox of a WD45 and on the seat next to him on a B and those few times were what left a longing to have some Allis tractors of my own.  On our home place though, we had Farmalls.  It wasn't easy riding on a Super C, but somehow we did it.  Spent the most time riding on the left axle of a Farmall B while cultivating.  It was nice and flat and you could lean back against the fender and put your feet on the transmission housing.  When I got a little older, spent more time on the seat of the tobacco planter than anywhere else it seems.  Great memories.

Spent a lot of hours on the WD toolbox as a kid. I remember riding with dad plowing with the lights off on a moonlit night, with the muffler glowing cherry red. Started driving that tractor when I was about 7 or 8. We got our WD45 just before I turned 11. Spent lots of time behind the wheel of the 45.

 I spent many hours on the fender of an Oliver 1800 FWA gas tractor.

Before I was even old enough to remember, Grandad(we called him paw-paw) would put me on the seat of the C beside him when he was discing or cultivating. I would usually go to sleep and he would hand me off to my grandma when she came out to check on us. When my brother came along, he would have one of us on either side, but I had gotten a little better at not falling asleep by then, and did not want to get off. Sometimes he would let me steer a little, unless he was cultivating. I didn't get to do that until I could drive for myself. We went through the time when I would get off and uncover anything he might have thrown a little dirt over and he would let Erick steer. Then it was draw straws to see who got to drive. Still remember Erick pulling into the yard(most of the fields were across the dirt road), he had just come up the hill from the bottoms, and the clutch lining let loose as soon as he got on the flat ground. Just coasted it up under the big oak tree and shut it down. We all got out there and split it, went over and got another clutch(or maybe that one relined), and put it back together that evening. Was ready to go in the morning. Wish I could go back and do that again. A lot of good memories.