I got my snowblower running; that was no small feat. It was almost empty in the tank, and I didn't run the carb dry last time I used it, so yeah, instead of dumping all the stale fuel, I dumped in some fresh gas and expected it to run. Because I"M SMART! That led to a carb cleaning and, even then, I could barely keep it running. If we get enough white sh!t tonight, I should be able to burn that crap out and get fresh cat piss in there.
Also, straightened up the driveway millings a bit, and brought in a load of firewood. Cooking a brisket on the woodstove all day tomorrow. nom, nom, nom, nom
I missed out on a low mile L77/4l80 this week because I have so much crap already. I NEED a new shop too!
My wagon doesn't live at my house because I can't get it inside.
Sooooo I have decided to hold off on my LS swap until I can clear this out of the way.
She has been taking up shop space far too long. I was building a Desoto 291 Hemi,
but hard to find/expensive parts have the baby elephant on the shelf in lieu of this 1964 Nailhead/st400 combo.
Fiance wants a card holder made out of a log to hold cards for the reception. Found a hollow log but it wasn't big enough to hold anything so I used a buddies band saw.
And my friend and I that co own some machine shop equipment is moving and sold his CNC bridgeport to buy a manual one and we traded our co-owned tool and cutter grinder that we used twice in two years for a nice late 60's early 70's do-all 18" or so steel bandsaw.
Loaded the old grinder today, it weighed 2200ish lbs.
I haven't run the Kodiak since we moved here in Sept '17. I did add Stabil and shut the carb off and run it out of fuel. Amazingly, I turned on the fuel, hit the starter and off we went. Had about 10" of snow, hooked up the plow under the guise of clearing snow (more like I wanted to ride it around town.) If you ride your quad around town on the street, you're an asshole. If you ride your quad around town with a plow on the front, you're an OK kinda guy. Plowed out the single mom's driveway across the street and some of the older neighbors. It's good public relations since I'm probably the noisiest SOB on the block. Plus I get to do stupid shit like climbing the plow pile on the cul de sac down the block. Good times.