Down On the Farm: The General's Troops Wait For Orders In Wisconsin
I was born in Minnesota, my wife is from Wisconsin, and I have a job that ships me to the Upper Midwest several times per year. For all these reasons, I find myself in Door County every summer, eating cheese curds, drinking Spotted Cow, and going to vintage tractor shows. Last year, on my way to becoming a card-carrying Bitters Club member on Washington Island, I spotted these old General Motors survivors sitting in a field.
Looks like a couple of early postwar Chevy pickups and a GMC COE winch truck from the same era.
They’re not terribly rusty (for Wisconsin), which suggests that someone still cares for them.
And why not? A farm truck is still useful, whether it’s five years old or 65.
Murilee Martin is the pen name of Phil Greden, a writer who has lived in Minnesota, California, Georgia and (now) Colorado. He has toiled at copywriting, technical writing, junkmail writing, fiction writing and now automotive writing. He has owned many terrible vehicles and some good ones. He spends a great deal of time in self-service junkyards. These days, he writes for publications including Autoweek, Autoblog, Hagerty, The Truth About Cars and Capital One.
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Looks like you will have to go over it at least a couple times with a clay bar.
I miss Wisconsin. My family is from Kenosha, Grampa put together AMCs for 30 years. As a kid I loved the 4th of july parades full of AMXs and old Jeeps. Then Fireworks on lake Michigan. I still have an aunt in Racine, home of Briggs and Stratton and Snap-On. And my uncle might still be a bouncer at a strip club out near the Dells. (He is the white sheep among my 3 Wisconsin uncles)