Judging from the seat and the missing hood I bet that's an early TT used on a ranch. I think it's an early one because it has a wood fire wall and even more telling, a 1915-16 horn button (like mine).
The first thing you do is wait about 12 or 15 years.
This photo is really sick and wrong. Why isn't that child in a protective seat with helmet
and face mask/guard ? Secondly, where is the proper vinyl siding and matching "dish" TV
antenna ? Such arrogant displays of organic simplicity are what ruined America. Sliver
wounds could be had and the lack of video/electronic entertainment opportunities are
nothing short of child abuse ! What was wrong with these people ?
Charlie, most farm kids are driving by the age of 12 or younger, Don.
When we could stand and depress the pedals was when we started driving the tractors. First dad let us "play" by driving in a large circle around the farm buildings. When we were more proficient, we hauled wagons to and from the fields. We then progressed to packing corn behind the planter and then cultivating. Eventually graduated to running the combine. That was well after we learned to grind feed for the livestock and milk cows. If you broke it, you had to help fix it. that is how I learned to weld and general mechanics. We didn't consider it abuse as it was the way all the neighbors did it too.
I spent a lot of time as a child at my grandparent's ranch outside Modesto CA. We would stay for weeks during the peach harvest. From the time I started walking, I would sit on my dad's or grandad's lap and steer the tractors. I couldn't press the clutch pedal yet, but was shifting the transmission by the time I was four. I was driving the tractors solo and pulling trailers out of the orchards when I was six. I was using bench grinders, and drill presses about the same time, and welding by the time I was twelve. I was also proficient with a fork lift by the time I was ten, but have not driven one since I was twelve and grandpa sold the ranch and retired.
Yes, it was a different world then.
Drive carefully, and enjoy, W2
I had a mechanically deprived childhood. I got to drive a tractor while visiting the farm when I was ten, but we lived in a city. Dad was raised by his grandma in horse & buggy days, with no exposure to mechanics. I believe he didn't buy his first car until he was over thirty. He had the mechanical Touch of Death. So I got no exposure to such things. Now I'm learning mechanical stuff as an old man.