Added a new toy to the shop.
Man. Long story. So hold tight. It’s a doozy.
I had the hands on telehandler and boom lift test/certification. Passed.
Then went to a jobsite. Started working, and the guys painting the hollow metal frames were using bondo to smooth the transitions (double/long frames). In an enclosed room/no airflow. Between the bondo smell and paint, that gave me a hell of a migraine. Fresh air didn’t clear it up. So I texted then talked to the boss. Told him I’m heading home. Not feeling well.
I stop for Taco Bell before heading home, because at this point, I’m planning on going home, dark room, silence.
I’m rushing home, and spaced that that part of the highway goes from 55-30. Like NOW. Yup. Trooper gets me.
I pull onto a side street in a parking lot with enough room for him to pull in as well. No reason to stop on the highway.
As he’s walking up,
“I was goin a bit fast there”
“Yup, that’s why I pulled you over. License, registration, insurance?”
“Uh, it’s in my glove box, but I have to get out and open it from over there, because if I open it from here, the dash is going to fall apart”
“That’s ok. License then? Is the truck registered to you?”
“Yessir”
Hand him my license.
He comes back, and after some small bullshitting, I’m let go with a warning. PHWEW!!!
I get home, use the restroom, and still am not feeling the greatest. I won’t go into detail, but both ends. I’ll leave it at that. But after that, the pounding in my head lessens.
Seein as how it was still early enough to catch the local small engine repair/sales place open, I head that way. It’s only about 10 minutes up the road, if that.
I need to go, as the starter on the Ariens isn’t cranking the engine over one complete rotation. Yes the valves were adjusted.
I get to the place and he is looking up a starter, and reiterates valve adjustment.
I liked how he didn’t push a starter on me, and basically said to re readjust the valves.
I’ve been eyeballing these Honda 4 stroke whipper snippers for a minute. So I finally just bit the bullet and got one.
And now I’m typing this, going “ow my head ow my head” because I went and did the right thing, and immediately went to town on my yard. With a headache. Yup. I R SMART