Go Little Fella, Yeah!

The Little Fella is our 1966 International grain truck. To put the Little Fella's age in perspective - he is one year younger than I am. Perhaps that is just putting my age in perspective, but that's okay, neither of us plan to retire soon.



The Little Fella hauls beans and corn for us and occasionally wheat for some custom work that my husband, Bill, does. We normally haul grain to our local mill, Olsen's, which is about 10 miles from us. Bill has gone to another mill for a farmer or two he has done custom work for, but prefers not to as the Little Fella doesn't do well on hills and Bill doesn't want to be stopped again for going too slow.

I enjoy riding to Olsen's with Bill in the Little Fella, but I do not have an air ride seat like Bill does, so there usually aren't too many trips per day for me. Takes a little time for my ovaries to settle back down to where they are accustomed to being and if you ride in the Little Fella, I'd suggest going pee beforehand because it won't be long until you have to go again after a few miles of jostling your bladder and kidneys around.

Pokes aside, The Little Fella has been hauling our grain and helping to support our farm for quite a few years now. He's paid off and paid off for us, so there's little to complain about, even if the steering shaft fell off the other day - thank God it was in the driveway and not going down the road. Easy enough fix though and steering is just a little tighter now, so it's all good.

The Little Fella is really quite a celebrity. Old timers love to check him out and talk about earlier times driving a truck much like him. The Little Fella is also a one man vehicle meaning only one man (Bill) can actually drive him! The Little Fella has a few issues, but don't we all?

Go Little Fella, YEAH!