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.
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.
And it was an icy one!
Because. That’s why.
Because I’m always working, that’s why.
Wiring the V8 Firefly. Trailing arm bushings, muffler, and O2 sensor on Super 7, TBI swap on Crusty Chevy, Shift Kit on the Mrs’ car, chopping up laundry appliances, repairing snow thrower….
And that’s just what’s ~inside~ that needs doing.
That was a bit of a surprise to discover during the installation. But I guess it’s a sign of the times.
Because this Chili will make you wish you had died instead.
1977 Silverado. 1973 Ariens. And there was much rejoicing.