First World Problems - Mis. Hum. Edition

There is an old saying, "If it has tits or cylinders it will give you trouble." And yes little boys and girls that is more than a generality.

I recently had a recreational "tool" into the shop for a tune up, oil change and whatever it needed to have it running in top notch condition for the Frozen Tundra elements.

A couple of days later and my phone rings. "C'mon over Mis. Hum. and pick up your unit. It's running great."

The Fabulous Mrs. Mis. Hum. and I hook up the trailer, head over to the shop and pick up the unit. The final repair price isn't bad. And we go home with it. I get it started and stash it in the shed.

The next morning I go and attempt to start the thing. Low and behold it won't start. On top of that the battery dies. The air becomes as blue as 2 stroke exhaust. So after a brief moment, let's hook up the old Schumacher Battery Charger.

Let's put it this way. I ended up going to an auto parts store the following morning. Yes, they had the last battery in the shop which fit my unit. I arrive at home thinking I'll stick that baby in and head out. Not so fast, I have to add the "magic juice" to the battery and charge it.

After the instructions were followed to the letter, the battery was charged. And the machine started up to my delight.

So I turn it off stating, "A mechanical victory for me!!!"

The next day I go out to the shed to start up my new friend and the battery is deader than a door nail. The "On/Off" switch is next to the light "On/Off" switch. And when you are wearing thick warm gloves I found out you can turn off the unit but turn on the light.

So another charging session with the old Shumacher and it's starting again and running.

After all of this I thought why don't I just use my legs and arms and pull the Otter Sled down to the lake and go ice fishing without my modern convenience.

Sometimes I think I should convert to the Amish lifestyle. But I would probably be spending my time with the Veterinarian instead of the local small engine repair guy and the auto parts store.

The joke around Fort Misanthrope is, "The Murphy's have nothing over us."

posted by Misanthropic Humanitarian at 02:00 PM

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