I went on to take pictures of the wheelwrights making a cart, then looked in on a group of blacksmiths. I happened to look up. There, in the storage shed, in all its orange gloriousness, was my beloved Comfortractor. It was hooked up to a trickle charger, possibly in preparation for the evening's tractor parade.
Of course, I took more pictures, this time of its interior.
I hope you enjoy this idiosyncratic beastie as much as I have.
How could you not?