You're hooked; this stuff is waaaay more addictive than crack cocaine.

Today I put over 200 miles on the wagon looking for/at property in north central Texas and the only thing I really remember from the entire trip is the exact location of two potential parts cars. And, tomorrow morning early, I'm heading to Houston for another fix: a W115

I keep telling myself: "you can stop any time..."


PS: is that your tractor?

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