Well, I really fucked up today. Last night, the head which connects the sickle bar to the wobble box broke. So this morning, I got the replacement part put on and fired up the machine. As I headed across the field to get started, there was a huge boom and really bad sounds started coming out. I shut it down and went to investigate. There were chunks of cast iron on the ground behind the combine. Here I had left the four pound hammer on the platform, and it didn't feed through the machine well. I found some ground up pieces of handle in the grass waterway beside the field, but I still haven't found the head. It really worked over the rasp bars on the rotor and took out a couple of chopper knives. Then, we found some other things that were screwed up previously, so we got absolutely nothing done.
I hadn't heard this song until these guys came to our county seat, but the chorus made me chuckle a bit because I can relate. I'll send this out to my combine:
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