Had a small load scheduled to come in today but since it came in from a terminal out of state and was for a partial load anyway there is just no telling when it will actually arrive so by 8AM I just decided it was going to come in late enough in the day I could get some more pressing home issues taken care of. Like getting my mower fixed.
As it turned out I called this one spot on but when I turned to my old favorite mower that I thought had a bad starter I was totally off. I pulled the thing up from the garden shed through the pasture and my dad showed up and tried to convince me the engine had locked up and the only thing I could do was scrap it. This was his opinion because the fly wheel wouldn't turn, which I knew but I couldn't get it to back off either. It was stuck. He was convinced it was locked up but something seemed off to me so I loaded it up on my little tilt trailer.
My dad knows how much I love this old mower and tells me every year it needs replacing but I won't do it so he is just waiting for an "I told ya so moment".
I have not loaded a dead garden tractor by myself in probably 10 or 12 years and I quickly figured out that A. I am not the man I was 10 or 12 years ago and B. I now know this without question. After finding tools I haven't even looked at in years (like come alongs and such but failing to find all the pieces to my electric wench) I got the tractor just high enough to tilt it maybe 2 inches before it would slide back down to the bottom again. My 83 year old dad who I told needed to stay by the front of the trailer to put the holding pin back in when I got the mower level on the trailer then decided he would help.
Last I heard from him he was whining so much about his back I offered to just forget the whole thing and take him to the hospital but he refused. I did call him about an hour ago and he did say he was fine but was going to need a week to recover. I then called my son in Oregon and told him it was all his fault :)
A little guilt is good for the soul and all ya know.
So to make a long story short when I got to the Mower repair shop the guy who works on my mowers just reached down and backed the fly wheel off and then started the mower in a snap like it was nothing. Turns out some gear had slipped up like 1/16th of an inch too far and locked up the whole thing. I just wasn't turning it hard enough which I knew but I was afraid I would break it worse if I forced it. I didn't even know you could turn em that hard honestly. The repair guy just readjusted the offending gear, commented on how if I had a newer model it would have wrecked the gear and he would be replacing it and now I loaded the working mower with ease.
Dad continued to whine I will add.
Took me the better part of another 2 hours to put everything back where it belongs but I did manage to get a patch of thistles cut down which is what started this whole mess like 6 days ago now. My weeds (which are the hated Thistle and Buffalo Bur) are coming up again although I think I did finally get a couple of the infected area sterilized last year.
Since the garden is all in now tomorrow after noon is scheduled for weed control work or I will be up to my eyeballs in Canada Thistle before too long. Those two weeds varieties have been an enemy of my blood for 30 years now but now that my pastures are horse free for a change I have actually been making progress against em. I call em Democrat weeds myself.
At least I am once again armed and ready to continue the Spring/Summer battles before I lose too much ground.
Keep Prepping Everyone!!!!