The men drove the old Oliver tractors while I drove the stake bed truck that pulled the hay wagon (when I could barely see over the dashboard). It was my job to follow the baler and load the truck and wagon. I didn't appreciate the hidden benefits at the time, but this made me very strong, and I can drive anything that moves and back a trailer any place you want it.
My ride for “making hay while the sun shines” was a ‘54 Farmall. I used to drive it downtown to the soda fountain and get a tuna sandwich.
Ain't that the truth.
I had to back a manure spreader behind a Farmall H between the milking parlor and the loafing shed.
That talent was utilized to good effect when I was in the Army loading towed artillery onto railroad cars. The city boys just couldn't figure it out.