"As I kid we'd ride around Uncle Cleo's 88 acre farm in Kentucky. I fell in love with that tractor when I was a little kid. I remember one time when we just drove down, uncle Cleo came over the hill and I swore Oliver smiled at me when I saw him. Funny the things that kids see."
- My pops
Once upon a time in 1957 my great grandpa invested in a (this) super 55 Oliver. After he passed, my Uncle Cleo inherited it. Cleo lived on the farm his whole life. No running water, electricity, had an outhouse, truly a southern hearted man.
Pops decided to give it a slick paint job in 2003 at his shop here in Detroit. Cleo wouldn't use it, claiming it's too shiny (U.Cleo is an adorable trip). So, he gave it back to my pops. Growing up my dad spent a lot of time on the farm with Cleo. Oliver and the farm bring some sort of nirvana to my dad. Both are gorgeous, can't doubt that.