For the last 9 months it seems like my life is full of toe stubbing. Lots of little stuff going wrong, but in the end is no big deal. SOOO!!!!!!! I want to know which one of you clowns moved the furniture? Friday night, the Old Mule wouldn't start (forgot the throttle has to be wide open). Get home, tractor starts, no hydraulics, sump has a bunch of water in it. Can't pull the tractor in the barn because the dump box is still in it (not sure the watered down hydro fluid is the issue, I need to diagnose it). Get up Saturday, take Molly to dance. Get to the highway (US 27, which is clear) and the cars acts funny. Pull off the first chance I get (2miles down the road) and we have a flat. Get home, borrow the neighbor's Kubota to plow, but can't see out of the windshield because he blew a hydraulic line a few weeks earlier. Clean the window with wax and grease remover, wiper blade gets all weird (rubber kind of melts). His washer bottle drains rapidly, find hose off, fix hose. Plow driveway, go to town to get neighbor 2 new wiper blades. Help neighbor put back blade on (used front blade to do my plowing). Get almost to his barn and tractor won't steer (left front tire flat and off the rim). Get up Sunday, putz in the barn, torpedo runs out of kerosene. Throw kero jug in the back of the Sonic, Sonic battery is too dead to start the car, and no room in the trunk of the Saturn for the kero jug (flat tire remember). Monday, I get the tractor tire fixed. He wants to swap out the front blade for the bucket. Go to put it on and his jack won’t lift the tractor. Go home and get my bottle jack. Tire is on, then the tractor won’t crank. Hook up the battery charger and it starts. Dump the front blade and the tractor dies. Search and find the water separator bowl is full of ice. Take the frozen bowl into the barn and ½ hour later it’s thawed. Put it back on and the tractor runs for 5 minutes, just long enough to get the bucket on. Crank and crank, finally fires up for 20 seconds. After doing that about 6 times, we get it into the barn. Set the charger to trickle, fire up the torpedo and call it a day. If I find out which one of you pot lickers moved the coffee table, I'm gonna beat you with a wet noodle until your fanny turns red. Which one of you ************* did it? Fess up.
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And it's always warm in the shop