I was tilling up the weeds yesterday, having a great old time. I finished and Mrs. Rev waved a can of pilsner at me and I reached out and shut off the PTO...and the engine died.
It wouldn't crank, it wouldn't do anything. Not a click, not a rattle. The price of new engines was already humming in my tiny little brain, because I figured I must've cooked this one. My heart was beating a little faster. How can I afford to fix this? Why would it blow up like that? Was the universe conspiring against me? Was there some way I could blame the government? Then I looked down and realized I hadn't turned off the rear PTO, I'd turned on the front PTO.
Huh. Been working those switches for a few years now. Never even thought about whether both PTOs would run at once. Never even tried to start it with a PTO turned on before. The switches are clearly marked, after all. Only a half-wit could make a mistake like that. That'd be me...King of the half-wits.
So my heart slowed back down and I put both PTO switches in the off position and it started right back up. My wife is still laughing at me...