Heck, I have my picture sitting between my Dad&#039;s legs on an Oliver 60 Standard; this would have been in ~1947 when I was less than a year old.  He was having problems plowing our land with the 60 (stood on its hind legs with our Plowmaster 100 2 x 16), so he sold it and bought a 70 Standard in 1948--one of the last made.  I learned to drive it at the tender age of 6--with instructions to &amp;quot;push in the button if I could not get to the clutch quick enough.&amp;quot; I still have it now---runs like a top, purrs like a kitten.  It&#039;s gonna get a new paint job this spring, along with some minor repairs.  Hooked?  I sat behind that thing more hours than I can count.