I hate my snowblower
Yes, strong words I know, but I really do hate my snowblower.
Ever since the beast was given to me (yes, it was a "gift"... I hope the giver doesn't read this...), it's been a pain. Now, what has made it worse than normal is that I had high hopes that it would relieve me of extra work and save me extra time. It has done neither! And like the proverb says, "a hope deferred makes the heart want to break something" TSV
When I first got it, everything was fine. I now believe the snowblower did this on purpose. Shortly into it, though, it began to leak gas like a sieve. I mean it was a gusher out of the bottom of the engine.
Efforts to correct the problem lead to greater problems... wouldn't start, kicks out massive amounts of smoke, sputters and dies, won't throw snow, need I go on...
Today we had a harmless amount of snow on the ground. An easy fix. I fired up the snowblower and it was doing fine... like usual. Just when I thought I'd finish this job up quick. The wheel fell off. Yes, the wheel. Efforts to fix it we're futile.
So... an hour later I said forget this and shoveled the drive.
Since I'm convinced that this snowblower is possessed and is doing this on purpose, I decided to fill it with gas, grab Chad's gun, and shoot it... and you won't be able to stop me either!!! Ha... ha... ha... ha... ha...
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Can I watch? :)
Posted by: Rob at February 8, 2006 05:00 PMYou know, we had a mattress given to us that haf the same kinds of issues... it didn't leak gas, but it did send our once fine spines into spasms. We finally ended up giving it to the dump, no rightful person needs this thing, and then slept on the floor. It was definitely a good switch then. Post ohotos when you shoot it, kay?
Posted by: Dana at February 8, 2006 06:21 PM