Category: DISCUSSION
Thank you for posting your story and pictures, Sawatzky1. The above discussion got me thinking about my Dad.
My Dad was an accountant, like me. My Dad and my Uncle grew up working in a shop with my Grandfather and his brothers. They ran an automotive and machine shop which mostly supported the farmers around the Sacramento area. They custom designed and machined planting and harvesting equipment for those growers and also made a line of commercial production equipment, including custom hay dump rakes and other stuff like that.
My Dad and my Uncle learned a lot growing up in that shop. My Grandfather and Great Uncles had to work hard to make a living, and their kids, my Dad and Uncle included, worked hard, too. From the time they were very small, my Dad and Uncle worked in the shop. They were paid according to the flat rate manual, so if they worked hard and fast, they made good money. If they dawdled, or didn't work hard, they didn't make much money for the hours they spent there. The shop was a very fun place to work with lots of shenanigans, jokes and interesting things happening. It was hard work, though.
Both my Dad and Uncle learned a lot growing up in that environment. Both of them went on to get college degrees, my Dad in accounting and my Uncle in environmental management. My Dad and Uncle both appreciated what they learned from the way they grew up, and they passed that knowledge along to me.
For my Dad, working on equipment was something you had to do to maintain your tools. He didn't particularly enjoy doing it, because during the first part of his life he had to do it to make money, to support himself and to provide for himself and my Mom. One of the reasons he became and accountant was that he felt he could create better economic opportunities for our family through that path. He also thought that path offered an opportunity to work in nicer environments and at better hours. He could easily have moved on from the shop, worked in a nice comfortable office for the rest of his life and never looked back.
Instead, when I was born and the opportunity to go to live and work on a successful farm for a very successful farming family came up, he chose that path because he felt it would be the best environment for my Mom and me, and my Sister when she came along. This allowed us to live in the country. It also allowed us to spend most of each day hanging around the office, learning what he did and how he did it, and hanging around the shop at the farm, seeing how equipment works and how to keep it working.
Our house was in the middle of a walnut orchard and about every month or so, they would bring a TD9 and disc over with the big lowbed. Dad would start up the tractor, put me on the seat and we would disc the twenty or so acre orchard together. Sometimes when Dad was busy, he would start the tractor and leave it idling so that Mom and I could disc the orchard.
My Mom taught both my Sister and I to read while we were in pre-school. After I turned four, my Dad decided that it was time for me to start to learn how the tractors and trucks that I liked so much work. He told me that when he was my age, his Dad helped him build a go-cart and he always had one after that. He said if I wanted to, he and I could build one, too. I was all for that.
He checked around and found a Heath Kit Super Trike. This was a kit produced back in the Midwest. They welded up two subframes and provided all the components, which you had to assemble. One subframe carried the rear axle and power unit with a ten horsepower Briggs and Stratton engine connected by a belt and centrifugal clutch to a forward reverse transmission, which was connected to a chain to a differential on the axle. This power frame was connected by a big hinge and two coil-over shocks to the front frame, which carried a bucket seat with handlebars and a single front wheel. It all ran on balloon ATV tires.
When the kit arrived, Dad took me down to the shop and we spent every evening down there for several hours over the course of a few months. He brought in all the boxes, helped me open them and get out the instructions and said, "Start reading and figure out how to put this thing together." It must have been very frustrating for him to sit quietly by and watch as his four year old tried to figure out this thing, turned the bolts backwards, struggled and asked questions over and over. He answered every question and provided help, but he waited until I figured out I had a question before volunteering. He often would give me an overview or explanation of what we were trying to accomplish before each major task, but left it up to me to figure it out.
I know that it must have driven him nuts to do this. He was tired at the end of a long day at work and surely would have preferred to have been home on the couch watching TV. I have treasured what I got from this experience for the rest of my life, though. Not only did we have the experience together, but I learned that I could approach a seeming insurmountable, impossible task, organize it, understand it piece by piece and accomplish it by just taking it one piece at a time.
After we got the rear power subassembly put together and I was a little over 50% at turning bolts the right direction, Dad said I had a decision to make. We could just put the front assembly together and I'd have a really neat, one seat tricycle go cart or, we could abandon the tricycle and fabricate a conventional front axle with steering wheel. This would be more stable and would provide room for a bigger seat so two people could ride. It would also involve learning to weld, fabricate and lay out a design. Of course, I went for the four wheel, two person setup.
We cut the hinge off the front subassembly and Dad and a couple of the machinists set about explaining to me how a steering system works, suggested how to lay out and fabricate one, and allowed me to experiment with their guidance through about four different iterations until we got the front axle right. Along the way over the next couple of months I learned about camber, caster and toe in, what they all did and how they affected performance. I also learned how to work a lathe, how to cut with a torch and how to stick weld. I think it took a couple of weeks of welding before the two pieces actually stuck together after I welded them.
In the end, I had a go cart which could carry two people, tow a small box trailer and would do about 45 MPH. I had also learned how all of the mechanical systems of a simple vehicle work, learned how to plan and manage a complex project, how to accept guidance and suggestions gracefully, how to recognize when what I thought was a good idea really wasn't and many other life lessons. I also had six months of work together with my Dad, learning from him and developing respect for him in new areas which I wouldn't have gotten any other way.
I have tried to carry those lessons learned at four and five years old through the rest of my life. I have also tried to create similar experiences for my wife and my two daughters. In many ways, this bulletin board and many of the activities I do with the Club have helped to create similar experiences for me. I appreciate that on this Father's Day morning.
Thank you to those who posted on this thread and prompted me to get out these old memories, and to those of you who have read them.
Pete.