A LITTLE HELP FROM MY WIFE


| December/January 1993

  • Old Engine Fever


  • Old Engine Fever

8635 Cty. Line Dr., Rosholt, Wisconsin 54473

This is a story about an old engine venture. It made my wife finally realize how bad a fever can get. It is called 'Old Engine Fever.'

It all started one day when I was talking to a fella who had an old one lunger out back in an old shack. Of course I couldn't wait to see it, so the next day, my five year old son and I went to visit. When I looked inside the shack, I saw a United, still belted up to a 1907 F.E. Myers water pump. He said he used it to fill up his potato sprayer.

After talking for a while about it, I asked the price. I tried to negotiate with him, but he remained rather firm in this area and as I have 'The Fever,' the negotiations were over. The engine was mine. Phase One was completed.



Next step, get her home. Several obstacles had to be overcome to get this fine iron into my house of restoration. One, it was December in Wisconsin, and with several inches of snow on the ground, the road to the shack, which was a way off the beaten path, was unplowed. Two, my wife didn't have a large interest in my hobby. Hoping the virus would bite, I asked her to go for a ride with my son and me. She agreed, so off we went. Down the road a ways, she asked, 'Where are we going?' I didn't answer her, but gave her a smile and a glance bingo, she knew where we were headed. She shook her head and said I was nuts.

It wasn't long until we got close to the shack. She asked where it was. I pointed across the snow covered field by the creek. With her mouth wide open she said once again that I was nuts. We turned off the road, and headed down the farmer's snowmobile path towards the shack.