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i am so sore. my wrists and hands are really aching, and i believe i pulled a muscle in my left arm. i further believe it's the tricep. maybe the deltoid.
i didn't even know i had a tricep and a deltoid.
i know now.
****
getting it started was the hard part. the good news is, the motor sits high, so there's no bending with the pulling. so, key on, blades disengaged, in neutral, and between Gem and i we got it fired up.
i hop in the seat, foot on the clutch/brake, and Engage the Blades. put it into gear, take my foot off the clutch/brake --
and wheeeee! i'm going like a bat out of hell. wide is my Swath of Destruction, and get out of my way. srsly.
we stalled a couple of times, went through the entire repertoire of swear words and interesting combinations thereof, and then the trouble started.
it would go a little ways, then sputter out.
*note to self: Bitch, Bastard, and Son of a Bitch are perfectly acceptable in this circumstance. save the F bomb, the MF combination, and FuckMeRunnin' for later -- you'll need them.
so i tinker a bit, and determine that the peg that holds the blade to a certain height is okay on one side, and loose on the other, so the blade is tilted. i further conjecture this may be the problem.
i get some wire and try to wire the one side up. the wire breaks. Gem has some nylon ties, so i thread two of them through and voila!
feeling rather smug (and this is where i'm pretty sure i pulled the tricep [or is it the deltoid?]) and fire up again....
sputter and quit.
oh, you motherless bastard.
this time when i hop off, there's a strange sensation in my pants. no, it's not the side-effects of the hummus, i've lost my underwear. my underwear has actually fallen off inside mah drawers.
*note to self: a thirty + pound weight loss really does warrant new underwear. dumbass.
fishing around in mah pants (which are also too big) i rearrange matters, and Gem is practically rolling around laughing. (i live to amuse.)
****
the back yard is done. the front is not.
i think it's a problem in the gas line -- it seems to get enough gas, then after it runs a bit, it quits. maybe it's the carburetor, or the air filter. at any rate, it beat me today. i'm done. after i lost my underwear, that was it. a girl can only take so much.
****
actually, i'm going to give it one more try. after all, i still have a tricep and a deltoid on the other arm, right?
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
i didn't even know i had a tricep and a deltoid.
i know now.
****
getting it started was the hard part. the good news is, the motor sits high, so there's no bending with the pulling. so, key on, blades disengaged, in neutral, and between Gem and i we got it fired up.
i hop in the seat, foot on the clutch/brake, and Engage the Blades. put it into gear, take my foot off the clutch/brake --
and wheeeee! i'm going like a bat out of hell. wide is my Swath of Destruction, and get out of my way. srsly.
we stalled a couple of times, went through the entire repertoire of swear words and interesting combinations thereof, and then the trouble started.
it would go a little ways, then sputter out.
*note to self: Bitch, Bastard, and Son of a Bitch are perfectly acceptable in this circumstance. save the F bomb, the MF combination, and FuckMeRunnin' for later -- you'll need them.
so i tinker a bit, and determine that the peg that holds the blade to a certain height is okay on one side, and loose on the other, so the blade is tilted. i further conjecture this may be the problem.
i get some wire and try to wire the one side up. the wire breaks. Gem has some nylon ties, so i thread two of them through and voila!
feeling rather smug (and this is where i'm pretty sure i pulled the tricep [or is it the deltoid?]) and fire up again....
sputter and quit.
oh, you motherless bastard.
this time when i hop off, there's a strange sensation in my pants. no, it's not the side-effects of the hummus, i've lost my underwear. my underwear has actually fallen off inside mah drawers.
*note to self: a thirty + pound weight loss really does warrant new underwear. dumbass.
fishing around in mah pants (which are also too big) i rearrange matters, and Gem is practically rolling around laughing. (i live to amuse.)
****
the back yard is done. the front is not.
i think it's a problem in the gas line -- it seems to get enough gas, then after it runs a bit, it quits. maybe it's the carburetor, or the air filter. at any rate, it beat me today. i'm done. after i lost my underwear, that was it. a girl can only take so much.
****
actually, i'm going to give it one more try. after all, i still have a tricep and a deltoid on the other arm, right?
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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