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City Boy, I never owned a 140, so there was never any reason for me to look closely at the weights. I know the wheels themselves are different, but just figured for the sake of commonality, the weights would interchange. My old '53 SA came off a farm down close to Lexington, god only knows how many acres of tobacco it has plowed. But whomever owned it, kept better care of it than most. I have seen what I considered fairly new 140's ragged out and in shambles. Most folks parked their tractors under the stars from day one and after a few years, forgot what a greasegun and an oil change was. Yet, those little tractors kept on earning their keep. As for K-22's...I've had 4 or 5 over the years, bought my first one for the grand sum of $165 and it was full target dressed. I've got a 617 and an old K22 in the safe now and finally after 30 years of searching, found a Smith Model 35....it's essentially a 6" barreled 22/32 kit gun..built on a J frame. Unlike a K22, you can carry it all day long and never know it's there. The first pistol I ever bought was a Colt Woodsman. I was 17. I carried and shot it so much, I wore the blue off the barrel and backstrap. It's still in the safe too. I know for a fact, that one spring when I was in my early 20's, I put 40,000 rounds through it..that's 80 bricks. I was young, no kids and had a good job and 22 ammo was dirt cheap. I'd guess over the last 32 years...I've shot 100,000 rounds in that old Colt and it was used when I got it! Never have had the first bit of trouble either. It was made in 1952. I think every kid I knew in the late 60's and early '70's had a 22 rifle and a Zebco 202. I don't recall anybody shooting themselves or somebody else...but we had a lot of fun hunting squirrels and catching fish. Working in hay and tobacco didn't even seem so bad, except when you worked for those skinflints that fed you a dry baloney sandwich and and carried water in a gallon fruit jar. Some farmers were a joy to work for....they'd set a table fit for a king and had plenty of it and kept a washtub full of iced pop while we were working and a big Igloo cooler of cold water. When the work was done...there was more food and BEER! They paid fair and in cash too. Those folks never had to worry about having enough hands when something had to be done!
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