Thursday 17 October, 2013 by Uncle Spike
This was arguably my favourite set of wheels of my junior years.
The mighty Bolens 1050 tractor, a 330cc little monster weighing some 300kg (700 lbs).
It produced 10 BHP, had a high/low range transmission, 8 gears and could tow, plough and do all the stuff it’s elder sibling tractors could do. It wasn’t perhaps that fast, but when you’re a small kid – it WAS fast. These were the specs 🙂
Now, going back to, err… the early 70’s, here are a few of my memories of said beastie:-
Doing the lawn every week for pocket money.
Not being able to reach the brake pedal – had to holler for someone to chase me and stamp on the brake when I wanted to stop (health and safety freaks would go nuts these days!)
Seriously denting the cutting blades when I reversed over a concrete paving slab.
Hanging on to the back of the ‘grass sweeper/collector’ as my brother went at top speed around the garden – had grass stains for weeks 😀
Destroying a few small trees – totally by accident of course.
Taking it up the road once when the parents were out!
Good times indeed. Little did I know then that I would one day, many moons and 3 lifetimes later, I’d become a farmer on a different continent. Trouble is, the nearest I have to a tractor nowadays is my old 1988 Renault 11, ‘Ellie’…