You know those days where you wake up and the first thing you try to accomplish goes horribly, horribly wrong? Yeah, that was my day.
I woke up, and went outside to get the mowing over with. You may remember I recently started mowing. It had become easier. Until today.
To start with, my mower is from about 1985. There have been quite a few improvement in mowers since then, but this one was free. It shoots grass back at me, so I am always covered from thigh to tow in grass after I mow. Also, it is heavy and hard to push. My arms are usually sore for about 2-3 days after mowing.
So today…I start the mower by pulling the cord thingy about 20 times. Yes, that’s how many times I have to yank it to get it started. It goes about 4 feet, and dies. I do this about 10 more times and then start pouting.
My neighbor suggested the grass was too wet, so we had a coffee break. An hour later, I tried again. It keeps dying. Unless I hold it at an angle. An angle that makes it so I literally have to lean all of my body weight into it to move it. I am dripping in sweat within minutes. And the grass was totally dry by this point. And yes, I checked the gas and the oil.
Also, it is still dying every 10 feet or so.
I am pulling the cord to get it started for the 23rd time, and the cord breaks. It snaps. So I tie it in a knot, and pull it again. It gets started, goes a bit and dies again. This is when I notice it is smoking. And I can see a burn mark on the side. So I flip it over to make sure it isn’t on fire and run to the front yard in case it decides to explode.
Then I borrowed my neighbors mower. And oh holy cow, it was a breeze. It was still a push mower, but apparently newer models are much easier on the arms and back. And a ton lighter. And it started without having to pull the cord more then 3 times! I no longer felt like I was pushing a tank around the yard and finished in record speed.
But have no fear, my dad and a neighbor were able to fix the tank, so it should be ready for me to use it again. Woohoo.
*This post was going to be a update on the hole day, but I didn’t realize how long the first few hours would turn into when I started typing.*