Row Crop

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Applications and Variations - Row-crop Tractor - Modern Row-crop Tractors
... equipment manufacturer Versatile makes row-crop tractors that are 250 and 280 horsepower (190 and 210 kW) powered by an 8.3 liter Cummins Diesel engine ... Modern row crop tractors have rollover protection systems in the form of a reinforced cab or a roll bar ...
List Of International Harvester Vehicles - Tractors - Hundred Series and Follow-ons, Grouped By Upgrade (1955–1971)
140, International 140 Farmall 200 Farmall 230 Farmall 240 Farmall 300 (gas, row crop, utility, orchard) Farmall 350 Farmall 460 (Gas, Lp gas, Diesel, Row crop, hi crop, utility) Farmall 400 Farmall 450 Farmall ...
Farmall
... Their origins were as row-crop tractors, a category that they helped establish and in which they long held a large market share ... to 1970s), most Farmalls were built for row-crop work, but many orchard, fairway, and other variants were also built ... added ground clearance, making it one of the first row-crop tractors ...
Industrial Use - Row Crop Cultivators
... The main function of the row crop cultivator is weed control between the rows of an established crop ... Row crop cultivators are usually raised and lowered by a three-point hitch and the depth is controlled by gauge wheels ... cut weeds from the roots near the base of the crop and turn over soil, while two rear sweeps further outward than the center blades deal with the center of the row ...

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