I would like to introduce everyone to a tractor I’ve affectionately named “MAD MAX.”
Max is a 2015 Kubota M5-111 with a light 7,000 hours—just now stretching his legs, really. Some might call him “secondhand,” but let’s be honest… we’re probably looking at fourth or fifth-hand ownership at this point. A machine with history. Character. Possibly a past life or two.
There are signs—subtle ones—that Max may have been laid over on his side… and there’s a non-zero chance he’s flirted with fire. But like anything forged in chaos, he endured. What stands before us now is nothing short of bombproof—a mechanical shrug in the face of adversity.
He’s had a few “optional” features removed over the years. Some might argue they were essential—but Max disagrees.
The DEF pump? Suspended elegantly from a bungee cord.
The 3-point hitch linkage? Gone, reduced to myth.
A window? Overrated. Removed presumably to increase ventilation
The seat? Let’s just say it carries the spirit of a childhood go-kart from a simpler time.
And yet—despite it all—Max runs like a top.
He is less a tractor and more a philosophy. A rolling testament to our product, and to the creative force of field ingenuity. Any tractor. Anywhere.
Today, Max took his first autonomous steps.
If he could speak, he wouldn’t just tell stories—he’d tell legends. Of fields long forgotten. Of operators past. Of an America seen through cracked glass and diesel haze…
—and then he’d ask where we’re going next.
They say, “run what you brung.”
Max is what you brung… and somehow, it’s enough.
Proof that you don’t need pristine equipment to do honest work—just a machine that refuses to quit.