A thief. Somebody stole our log splitter last night. My uncle and I made it back in the mid eighties. It should be fairly easy to find. It didn't have highway bearings in the wheels and the tires were old. Plus, how many four cylinder, four speed log splitters with a radio, speedometer and cigarette lighters could there be in north central West Virginia. Ol snakeboots would have loved it. The 24R motor and transmission were out ot a seventies something Corolla. It was getting a little hard to start but once running you could split a forest in an afternoon.
