Growing up on a farm, we were besieged with equipment dealers trying to sell things and the best way to cement a farmer-client relationship was to donate a Ertle Tractor or two to the young ones. That means I had a lot of nice metal tractors as a kid. Still my favorite toy truck was a wooden thing my non-woodworking dad cobbled together from 2x4's, some wheels and a block of wood. It worked and would haul my "better tractors" everywhere. I still have the metal tractors, but that old wooden truck is gone. I sure wish I had that hideous looking truck back...hey it was ugly but my dad made it that beats a metal tractor given with an ulterior motive any day
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"