Never fails; "Eight to ten inches of snow in the forecast for Saturday night!" they bellowed on all three of our local news outlets. "Storm intensifying!!!".
Yesterday morning, I wrangled our nonfunctional, 120 pound, (circ.)1972 Toro Snowblower out of the shed. Hadn't been started in several years. It has been a "shop project" for me - assorted rebuilds and repairs over the years; gifted to me by some nice neighbors when they passed / moved away. After some tinkering, I filled the tank with carburetor cleaner and somewhat stale gasoline and got it to fire up. For a while, an embarrassing plume of blue smoke belched from the machine as the fuel slurry worked it's magic. The crap finally got blown out and the unit began to sound like it's supposed to sound. Huzzah! Powered off, got it parked just inside the garage doors so that I can tackle the anticipated depths of the white shit come morning...
Storm passed. This morning...
Barely a dusting, not quite an inch... back to the push broom.
I'm just going to keep the Toro parked inside the garage door for the remainder of Winter. Perhaps the sound of it running made Mother Nature think twice about burying us overnight?
3 comments:
You know how these things work. The snowflakes were just poised up there, waiting and listening, checking out your defenses. If the snowblower had failed to start, they'd have swarmed in for the attack and you'd have been buried under four or five feet of snow. But the sound of it starting up told them their assault would be in vain, so they held back. Or perhaps went to bury someone with no snowblower.
90 minutes of shoveling and pushing snow and it's all done.
Gym now closed.
Yes, I'm sure the sound of your mighty Toro scared the snow away! But -- better safe than sorry.
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