1.Mowed the yard 2.The lawnmower of 8 years started to run rough. So, I cleaned out the float bowl, cleaned out the carb jet, and cleaned out the air filter. It took less than 10 minutes, and now it runs smooth and powerful. Like new. A small engine repair shop would charge around $175-$200 for this. Those shops are a ripoff. 3.Took off work today, to spend a Saturday with the wife, and youngest kid.
Bought a new power tool. In this case, small, cheap cordless rotary tool, for my leather crafts. I have a very nice one by Dremel, but it is larger & heavier. Consequently, when I am burnishing leather, it makes my hands too tired. So the little one is easier to use, for this purpose. Right tool for the right job;
It's hot so, I went to town on the Harley. Nice ride even if the part I went for wasn't in yet. I put a better air cleaner on it and it has LOTS more power! Screamin' Eagle 1 kit.
Y'know, sometimes basseball announcers(RIP Vin Scully)describe hits as "screaming line drives". Does the ball scream???
I am just repeating what they call it. Basically a better air cleaner that draws air from all sides instead of just a small hole in the front.
Not very manly but I sort of built a haunted house for my sister. Will post pics when it's finished for those who, like her, are looking forward to Halloween (no, not yet another Michael movie) . Below is the original look.
I went to Southern Tier Harley to pick up a couple exhaust gaskets for the new exhaust Vance & Hines is sending me. I also drooled all over my fav new bike, 2022 Road King 107 cu.in. (it's only $23,000 before tax & delivery) They had to wash it after I left.
She is, just takes time to recover from such an intrusion of the body. Especially at our ages, she's 74.
Cleaned the toilet. Now going to get takeout food……..hope I don’t have to clean the toilet again. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk
I went for a bike ride, stopped at the farmer market for a nice pastry, then had tea by the river. Not overly manly, but a very nice start to the day.
I assembled a little bamboo shelf unit, driving all of the screws with my right hand. (I'm a lefty, with a fractured left elbow.)
With all respect, sir, like hell it's not. Unlike most of the world's population, you are free to go wherever you wish without passports, paper, or permission, for any reason or no reason at all. You are a true historical aberration: a free man. Only problem with it is, we've taken it for granted for way too long. Sorry, I'm in a slight mood tonight.