Remember the rake!

I think that's going to be my battle cry to begin every hay season from now on. It's got significant historical value, plus it has a nice ring to it. Just yesterday, the rake was FINALLY fixed. The company that made it had to actually manufacture a unique part just for li'l ol' me and my botch job. I feel so special, knowing that somewhere in Iowa, a machinist is cursing my name. Witness:



And, after the efforts of two equipment experts, over the course of about 2 1/2 hours, ta-da!



Thank goodness. The rake will live to rake another day ... on someone else's farm!