So, many of you may be familiar with Patrick McManus’ stories that appeared in Outdoor Life, Field and Stream, and other places. My brother-in-law especially appreciates McManus’ “sequential vortex” that basically suggests ANY project will result in an endless sequence of other tasks that distract you from the original project so much, you’d be better off not even starting and just go fishing like you wanted to, instead.
I was reminded of that when a neighbor asked if he could use the ramp in our yard leading to Lake Wylie to pull his three jet skis onto the trailers. He could use his four wheel drive, Kubota tractor and backing down our ramp would be so much easier than using some other ramp where he’d have to pull the trailer to them with his car. Of course, I said, “Go for it, but I’d be away much of the day.”
Lo and behold – this is the beginning of the sequence – at about 3PM the neighbor rings the doorbell to ask if Ole Paint (the Ford 8N tractor) was running. That inquiry stung a bit, but when I pursued the need, he said he had stuck his Kubota up to the axle and mower deck when he got off of the ramp to make getting the jet ski to the trailer easier. I was happy to oblige.
Strapped the 8N to the Kubota and began to pull. That wasn’t an easy proposition, and we had two shovels and several 2X6 boards in play before the Kubota was out of the muck.
It would seem that the much larger rear tires of the 8N would work well to pull the trailer out, with jet ski, and fortunately there’s a ball on the front of the tractor. Connecting the trailer was easy enough, but the troughs created by the Kubota were deep enough to mire the front wheels of the Ford too deep to pull out easily. Pretty soon, we had the jet ski removed from the trailer, and the trailer unhitched from the 8N. Over about twenty minutes, the same two shovels, and another 2X or so under the deeper front wheel, the 8N was out of the muck.
Turns out, it wasn’t really that hard to pull the trailer out of the lake, hook the trailer to the Kubota, take the jet ski down to the ramp, load it on the trailer, and pull everything up the ramp – with ONE exception. The jet ski had a small leak and had been taking on water for several days. Within 7.3 minutes, we found the drain plugs and let some water out of the hull, THEN the jet ski was ready to go up the ramp.
At this point, Ole Paint and the Kubota were both pretty muddy. The neighbor volunteered to wash off the 8N, but I had another plan. If you remember the disappointment with the appearance under the hood after installation of the brand new toolbox, you may know where I’m headed. All I need is to pull out the pressure washer and clean mud from tires AND gunk from near toolbox.
I parked the tractor in the barn in just enough time to take a shower and dress for a Veterans Day dinner that my wife and her task force had organized at the church.
Now, the next step in the sequence was to pull the tractor outside the next morning and haul the pressure washer up to the barn. You cannot start the pressure washer without the water hose connected since the water lubricates the pump. That done, a few pulls on the starter cord should have things ready. No such luck.
Next step, pull off air filter, spray a little carburetor cleaner, and a couple more yanks on the cord. Sure enough, the engine fired. Now look a little further into the carburetor, but WOW does it have a lot of connections. Wonder why the various butterflies and levers don’t move?
We’ll worry about that later. Is gas getting to the bowl? Well, no it is not and the bowl smells of varnish! The float moves up and down easily but it’s hard to tell if the needle is moving with the carburetor connected to the engine – avoiding the effort to remove the carburetor because of all of the connected rods and springs! Maybe emptying the gas tank and running some carburetor cleaner down the gas hose will help. Yep, gas is discolored and smelly. Not sure that the needle is opening, but to my surprise now all of the butterflies, bell cranks, and rods move freely. Must have been all the carburetor cleaner liberally applied. Hook everything up, put some new gas in the tank, tried the starter cord. . . nothing. Spray a little cleaner; fires right up for two revs. Bottom line, still not getting gas. Let’s leave some carburetor cleaner in the fuel line for a period of time and hope that it works miracles.
With such a small amount of progress over such a long spell, it must be time to read the newspaper and gather thoughts. At least the first part of that effort was accomplished, and the air compressor was started up. I’ve seen mechanics blow out carburetors, so maybe that’s what needs to be done. No luck pressurizing the fuel hose still full of carburetor cleaner; the fluid just flew everywhere.
Time to bite the bullet and remove the carburetor. The two cap screws have torx heads! Now, why would they do that? Some searching through the drill drawer turns up a T25 that I can insert into a socket on the end of a driver. With the carburetor unhooked from the rods and springs, it’s easy enough to turn it upside down and notice that the float won’t come out because the needle is attached to it. And, although the float seems to move, it’s not clear that the needle is moving. While trying to pry the float out, the needle pops loose. Eureka! That may have been the issue. With the new gas that was drained out to remove the carburetor back in the tank – hose connected previously to the tank and carburetor – there’s gas flowing through the needle valve unless the float is pushed up. Now, that’s encouraging! Everything back together (oh, and come to find out, the cap screws had hex head AND torx - doh!?), a little cleaner sprayed into the carburetor, and we’re in business.
Finally get to spray the mud off the tractor.
The pressure washer did pretty well removing grease and grime on the transmission and oil pan. But, as luck would have it, the dirt under the hood resisted even the “high power” setting on the pressure washer. Frankly, had I known I wasn’t going to get the gunk off the under-hood parts, I probably would have let my neighbor wash off the mud. . . or just gone fishing!?!?!