The Tecumseh’s last lunch was itself.
The family heirloom 1973 Ariens 5hp snow thrower, threw its last (in this case, the connecting rod), and went to the Great Snowbank In The Sky.
Bearing noise deep within the bowels of the transmission. Cover me, boys, I’m going in!
Stuck for the first time, EVAR, in my driving history. View from my driveway.
Snow thrower was in the garage, so I wasn’t overly determined to overcome this obstacle.
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And it was an icy one!