Truck got its annual green scrubbie car wash.
Summer tires are back on.
Once I hang some laundry, it’ll snow.
Truck got its annual green scrubbie car wash.
Summer tires are back on.
Once I hang some laundry, it’ll snow.
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.
And it was an icy one!
A year ago I swapped the polyurethane motor mounts out of The Crusty Chevy for rubber, in an effort to chase down a vibration. The poly was not the culprit, but the replacement mounts had their own issue.
Today I swapped them back.
For reasons inexplicable (the battery pack was sitting directly above where I was welding, it may have cooked and melted), one of my Milwaukee 18V batteries went to the great charger in the sky.
I took it apart, found the battery numbers, and ordered a set off Amazon for $35. Much better than the $100 for a new pack locally.
A clandestine trip in northern British Columbia reaching the Tukon Territories, and Alaska, all in 9 days.