Are you a patient person? I’m not. So much so in fact, that by now anyone who knows me well has probably got their head thrown back in uproarious laughter, struggling to read through tears of hilarity.
All due to the sheer force of understatement captured in those two words of admission. Anyway, we’ll continue without them.
Not only am I not patient, but I’m not rich. So my normal mode of purchase, when I seek to expand my machinery holdings, is to turn up to a farmer or secondhand yard somewhere with a trailer, make a decision, and take that treasure straight on home.
Why muck around? The worst part about being a *wince* hobby farmer is having to then wait a long day-job working week before I can take it out and put it through its paces.
That’s not to say these are necessarily impulse buys. As any true machinery enthusiast will attest, part of the pleasure of the purchase is the many weeks spent online (or, once upon a time, salivating over the ‘Farms and Farm Machinery’ listings in print) checking out the options. At least that part costs virtually nothing.
By now, the less patient amongst you will be beginning to chafe and wonder what the point of all of this is. The point is that I want to write this column about a machine that I have yet to lay eyes upon.
You see, I’ve gone all fancy and bought a brand spanker. A new S-tine cultivator from the great Australian manufacturer, John Berends Implements.
Mind you, it cost less than the lime I’m looking to have spread in the next few weeks (and it’s hard to get excited about lime). The catch of course, being that by paying more for shiny paint, for delivery one must wait.
This purchase is the fulfilment of several dreams. I’m buying a brand new machine, from a ubiquitous Australian company, to plough up and renovate one of my paddocks.
I’m still doing it on the cheap – old school tillage, none of this fancy disc seeder nonsense.
Pasture renovation is the final frontier after spending years pursuing without mercy every barbed-wire-falling-down fence, crooked post, dragging gate, dodgy leaseholder repair job, clogged drain and potholed laneway. At last, that bent grass and pugging damage has got it coming.
Except the only thing coming so far is my cultivator. Apparently.