Monday, May 4, 2009

Years May Change, But the Actions Remain the Same

A week ago I received my first riding lawn mower as an adult.

It’s a hand-me-down, sure, but the machine is a fine example of the “build it like a fucking tank” mind-set. It’s a hoss of an older Snapper Hi-Vac, and a real beast. After spending Sunday afternoon replacing fuel lines and battery, I was disappointed that I couldn’t get the damn thing running. Then, after the purchase of a battery charger, I was dismayed that turning the key resulted in a belch of oil and gas from the exhaust.

Sure, may just have been a stuck valve, but I found a super deal on a replacement B&S 12.5hp block that I simply swapped out with little problems. Once I figured out the fact that I had not adjusted the throttle/choke control correctly the thing started right up and now just needs a bit of tinkering with the idle to get it running cleanly and smoothly.

Oh, yeah, and then there’s the fact that the fucking thing won’t fucking roll fucking forward…

Why does all of this feel familiar? I’ve been here before, haven’t I?

Oh… right… almost every FUCKING time I had to mow the lawn with the Murray we used to have when I lived with my folks. How EVER could I have forgotten about that monstrosity…

Currently, I have the mower in the front yard where it ran with no problems until it had to go up an incline. First, I thought it was my fat ass causing the problems, but no… no, it’s something in the friction-drive of the transmission. It’s definitely making full contact and is adjusted correctly – I have little to no doubt about that, but it just doesn’t seem to be able to move forward – even when I am not sitting on the damned thing. My only guess at this point is that maybe there’s oil or grease on the spindle face or on the drive wheel…

All I DO know, is that I lost Azmo yesterday in the forest that has sprung up in the back yard…

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