My husband had a tire blowout the other day, ripped a gaping smile shape into the thick black rubber tire. My son, a mechanical minded young man set to the task of changing out the tire for a new one.
It quickly became apparent that the axles were a different diameter. My husband said it was ok with him if the new axle was a little smaller. Proud to say my son thought the wiggle and play in the tire with an ill fitting part were a bad combo.
My husband quickly replied he never takes it over 30 mph, it would do.
On the road again with the newly installed tire and a safety device my son added. Just because we’re farming doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun, even under 30 mph.
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