The oldest machine I own was the only one that behaved.
Steph left early this morning to go to Mary Jo's fabric to buy a new sewing machine. They were having their once a year sale.
The rest of us did nothing till she got back. She said there were trees down every where from the bad storm we had last night.
Around 1 the girls cousin came and got Allison. She wanted to go somewhere with them.
At around 2 the rest of us went outside and were not going to do much.
I tried to start the Wheel Horse to move Crusty out of the way. It refused to start. We tinkered with it for 30 minutes and I said screw it and used Cherry Berry to do the pulling.
We needed to get the 242 off the little trailer and on the stand so I went to fire up the Falcon. The battery was dead. Steph got the jump box. The Falcon was out of gas. So I sent Steph to the gas station.
I went to the tent building and touched the key on the Gravley. It fired up instantly. Not bad for a 43 year old machine. I pulled it around into the shade and Emily and I got the tire off the right side. I messed with the shift linkage till I got what I think is a better adjustment. I won't know for sure till I have it moving under its own power.
Then I carried the Gravley tire over to where I had the two little AG tires that were on the Hemorrhoid. They are about 1/2 inch shorter, but I am going to give them a try.
I like the Gravley rims a lot better.
I got my tire breaker and went back over to the Gravley. I wrestled with one of the AG tires and managed to obliterate the inner tube. Good thing for me is it was full of stinky nasty liquid that dumped all over me. At least it was cool. I gave up gettign it all the way off the rim and decided to just let Steph take it to the tire shop.
She came home and gassed up the Falcon, hooked up the jump box, and it finally started. She pulled the 242 off the trailer.
She came back over to the Gravley and said there was a tiny bunny out of the cage.
Once I got to my feet I got on the Falcon and pulled the 242 over to the tractor stand. In the process I managed to snag the air line and pull it off teh compressor. It made a beautiful noise. Steph ran over and shut it off.
Once the 242 was in front of the stand we swapped the Falcon for CherryBerry and pulled her up. Once it was on the stand I was screaming for Steph to stop. She hear me say pull harder and pulled it right off the far end of the stand( tire chocks and all) , where it landed upside down on top of a spare engine. Fortunately no one was behind the stand.
We had to move some stuff and one part of the tractor stand so we could put it on its wheels.
It got re-positioned and we tried again. This time she stopped when I told her to. I was pushing to hard on the tractor I don't think CB could have pulled it off again. I wasn't letting it happen again.
I sprayed it down with degreaser while Steph hooked up the pressure washer. It refused to start. Dang thing is brand new.
I pulled the bowl off the carb while Steph wen to reconnect the air hose. Once I had it cleaned and blown out we tried again. It started on the fourth pull.
I told Steph to get the tires and take them to the tire shop.
The 242 got all nice and clean.
I started blasting off the Falcon when the pressure washer died. It ran out of gas.
I went back over to the Gravley and sat in the shade. Steph sent me a text saying the tire shop was closed. I thought today was Friday not Saturday.
Then Emily spied the bunny. I got up and snagged my home made catch pole and we set about apprehending the escapee. If someone had videoed it and put it to Yakkity Sax it would have gotten a billion views on YouTube. After a 20 minute chase we caught the little darling. It is the one that was climbing the cage in the house and trying to get out. I guess the cage outside is easier to escape from.
Since I was up. I decided it was a good time to walk in the house. I was drenched in sweat.
I had Emily take off my boots and I got into a cold shower.
Edited by UncleWillie, July 09, 2016 - 05:30 PM.