Since we are on the subject of framerails, the chassis does have a straight-axle, old-timey drum brakes, a rearend that would make a nodular iron 9-inch blush, and a 22-tooth (bar) grille. And, the piece de resistance is the pseudo-looking Moon tank out front. Come on-this has all the trademarks of a true hot rod!
Of course, when you look for the marque you will not find the venerable Blue Oval, a duck, or some dog, but rather Massey Ferguson. When I find myself unable to get out on the road and drive my A/V8, I can always take the MF out for a spin. Now that I think about it, the MF more closely aligns itself with the way hot rods must have been back in the day. It may not cruise down the highway like my other highboy does, but it can go through five acres of ruts, burrows, and dirt clods like nothing else I have ever owned. Yep, Tex has bequeathed to me a Massey Ferguson farm tractor, circa '53, give or take a few years. It's loaded with real patina (no fauxtina here-this is the real stuff that comes only with years of abuse in a farmer's field). I guess my time has come to learn about tractors (for instance, I am not sure how or when to change the oil), and that's why I have local rodder and tractor expert Colin Radford's phone number-so, Colin, be on the alert since you will probably be seeing me sooner rather than later.