7:00 PM.
I just now came in and sat down.
Fighting with that fucking lawnmower, STILL.
I put a new carb on it and changed the oil.
It started right up and ran for a couple of minutes and then the Smoke Bomb went off again.
To the point I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face and the entire house was enveloped with white smoke.
I shut the bastard down and just sat there and cussed for a couple of minutes.
I was sure that carb was the problem but apparently not.
I started it back up and it smoked for a second and quit.
It just sat there and purred.
I fucked with the throttle and it seemed like it would start in at a slow idle.
After a while it quit again.
So I unhooked the bagger and headed out to the front yard.
I engaged the blade and got three whole feet before it smoked out the entire neighborhood.
I disengaged the blade and it cleared up again.
WTF?!
Engage the blade, more smoke.
I started to back the bastard back into the sideyard but it cleared up again.
So I engaged the blade.
No smoke.
I started in mowing the yard.
Made 3/4’s of one pass, started up the little incline and here it come again.
MOTHER FUCKER!
It ain’t making no damn sense.
Broken oil ring?
Sticking rings?
It runs fine, it just smokes like a WWII Smoke Screen.
I disengage the blade.
It stops smoking.
I re-engage it and no smoke.
I started making laps and that dirty bastard didn’t smoke for the next half hour.
I mowed it once to knock it down and then I fucking scalped it.
Not a lick of smoke that whole time.
Just in case something else goes wring with the fucking thing, it will give me a couple of weeks to fuck with it.
I have no idea why it’s doing that.
Put that dirty fucker away and then changed the oil in my truck.
Only to find out they gave me the wrong oil filter.
What part of 89 Chevy Silverado with a SB 350 did they miss?
I even told the guy the thing looked too fucking small.
Nope, That’s the right one.
My achin’ ASS it is.
Of course I discover this after I filled the bastard up with oil so now I can’t even take the fucker back.
It just never fucking ends.
Ever.
It’s now 7:20 and I have to figure out something to eat.
Get cleaned up and then try to catch up on what’s gone on while I was busy all day.
I hate having two Mondays in a row,
