The story of your first Cub

[dieseldan123]

My cub story started when i was just 5 years old. We would always make yearly trips to my granddads house in illinois. He owns four cubs, 108,123, 100, and original, and i would climb over them all and pretend that i could drive them (the 123, 100, and O didnt run) . When i became old enough, and tall enough to reach the clutch petal, i was put in the drivers seat of the 108 and i just couldnt make my self get off! i mowed his yard, then after a splash of gas and a hamburger i was off again! i would mow around the old buildings and barn, the gardens, and even the fence rows and machinery row!, (our line up of old retired farm equipment). Year after year i would go up and wish i could make the other cubs run so i could run them just like the 108 before it was parked. Then last year in the spring i went back again, and to my suprise the 123 was out of the barn and parked under a tree. I asked my granddad why it got moved there, he said "I needed more room for fire wood." i nodded with agreement and started to look it over a little closer, Then he said, "If you want it you can have it. otherwise it will go to machinery row." My eyes went big, and my jaw hung open! i got my first cub! i thought, for free! "Ill take!" i told him. Now i have that very 123 half way back together. These tractors are tough. my granddad had parked it when it started losing power. Last fall i had it running again and even mowed the yard with it, cracked pistion and half the rings in the oil pan in all, it still pulled a stump out! Currently i have it 70% "restored" with rattle can paint, college isnt cheap, but soon hope to have it completed.