Of course I am oilfield trash, and proud of it. Dad was an oil field pumper in Southern Illinois until the fields went dry. I grew up around roust-abouts, pulling machines, spudders, oil derricks, pump jacks, Fairbanks engines, water floods, gas torch lights, oil tanks, heaters, and probably have crude still running through my veins. Grandfather on Mother's side was a mule-skinnin' oil driller until he fell over dead of a heart attack at about my current age. He ended up in Moran, Texas. I have a lot of relation in Albany & Abilene, although I am a Hoosier (nick name for someone in Indiana) import.
By the way, nice image of the seat. Good job.