This is my brother’s tractor. For his birthday, I am painting him a big picture of it. It used to be my dad’s tractor. When I was a little kid, I used to have to mow the grass with this tractor and I hated it. I was able to pop some pretty big wheelies on it, though. My brother gets mad when I tell him about that, because it probably damaged what was ultimately going to become his tractor. I have no regrets.