Diagnostics |
I've adjusted to frequent sessions of manual labor, most of the year. It's simply part of my routine now, and most of the time I feel quite good. The exception this year was the rock culling exercise in the prairie garden. I nearly gave up after a day or so of digging through layers of rock, thinking that I would never get back to feeling like a human being. However, after a week or so I had stopped hurting, for the most part, and I was eager to begin the mowing season.
Adam testing his dad's work |
Trouble hit last week when the machine was even more difficult to start than usual. I couldn't keep it running, so Bob took over my bank job and managed to get the bank done while I cut the rest of the grass. Fortunately, John Hennessey agreed to have a look and yesterday we loaded the mower into the Traverse for transport to John's Woodbury driveway.
John had the FlyMo apart in a few minutes and discovered the main problem, a clogged and dirty carburetor and a disintegrating engine filter that was jamming the engine, shred by shred. John cleaned the carburetor and restored the mower to its original bright orange and white colors. Adam took the rejuvenated FlyMo -- which has never sounded so good -- for a test run on the Woodbury Hennesseys' lawn.
The mower is now in our garage, ready for service. See the pics here.
FlyMo as good as new |