Well, another sequential vortex, of sorts, started when The Wife decided the next door neighbor has completed the use of our driveway for his house and pool construction. Now she figures we can installed a concrete driveway and it won't get damaged by work trucks, Caterpillar tractors, cement trucks, and the like. I'm not in favor of 300+ feet of concrete, but I suppose I'm loosing the battle. So, late this month or in March, we'll have a concrete drive installed.
That's the start of the vortex!
We've enjoyed loads and loads of free wood chips to use for mulch. But, The Wife doesn't want it delivered by driving on the new concrete. The plan is to get several loads delivered before the cement is poured. The piles should be placed behind the workshop; out of sight. Oops, there's a car hauler in the way to the right of the barn:
No big deal, just move it out of the way, to the other side of the shop -- temporarily, of course. The neighbors nor The Wife appreciate seeing any more of a ********* box than they have to.
Oops, the pick-up truck is in the way. No big deal, just move the truck, right? Well, not exactly. Come to find out, the right front tire is flat. Just to ensure mobility over a few hours, I swapped for the spare. And while the air compressor was full, I filled the tires in the
classic parts car. Wouldn't it please The Wife if that car were moved behind the shop? [The answer is a resounding, "YES!" by the way.] So, all four tires got inflated in preparation to move the car with Ole Paint, the Ford 8N tractor -- more on that later.
Truck out of the way, swapped trailer hitch on Expedition, hooked up to car hauler, car hauler on other side of the shop, time to really please The Wife by moving the parts car. Note how mobile the pick-em-up is; it's back at the garage door (and the black car hauler can be seen just at the top, left of the photo; gee that is a BIG trailer.)
As an aside, I'm not sure the parts on the "classic parts car" are much good, but the VIN tag might be. This is a rather unusual Oldsmobile Cutlass 442 -- with column shift automatic and front bench seat!?!
Oops, battery is dead on Ole Paint. No big deal, unhook the drop cord from the pump house "warmer" and hook up the battery charger. Dang, battery won't charge. It's over five years old, has the name "Economy", so probably time to replace:
Took The Wife out for scrumptious dinner at Cracker Barrel since National Tire and BATTERY is right next door. Clerk asked for year and model. I said 1949 Ford 8N with 6V system swapped to 12V.
Oops, he said he couldn't figure that one even when I offered measurements for battery. He recommended Auto Zone. No big deal, dinner with The Wife, drive over to Auto Zone. Pick up battery. Just showed the guy a picture of the old battery and he immediately pulled a 5-year guarantee off the self -- only $5 more than 3-year and I get a $5 "core" refund and a $20 coupon. Wow! Just hope Ole Paint can last 5 more years.
Back at the ranch this morning and hooked up the 5-year battery. I continue to be surprised: Ole Paint cranked right up. Decided to leave her running while I returned The Wife's car (transportation for dinner and battery pick-up the night before; and "core" is in the trunk now. "Yes, dear, with plastic underneath.")
Oops, by the time I got back, Ole Paint had stopped running. Checked the gas tank; pretty low. No big deal, got a couple of gas "cans" in the pump house. Dang, 5 gallon is empty, only have 1 1/2 gallons in 2 gallon can. Should be enough. Emptied can, started right up, moved around and hooked to classic parts car and pulled 'er out far enough to run around the other side and back 'er down behind the barn.
Oops, the super-intelligent tractor operator picked the narrowest part of the drive to leave the parts car. No big deal, I hope, just carefully drive up the hill and around. Success (note tractor "prints" on side of hill):
Turns out, I'm not sure filling the tires did a lot of good. Hard to get a car to steer from the rear, so much of the movement was essentially dragging the car into place. The tracks give some evidence of that.

I sure hope The Wife notices; it took her two or three trips by the workshop to see that the car hauler was now in clear view....

Now, where ARE those loads of chips?