So we had sort of an unannounced Snowmageddon. The storm coming north packed a bit more of a punch than anticipated. It started snowing last night, and we had about three inches of new snow on the ground early this morning. I cleaned off Robin’s car and sent her off to work, confident that I’d be able to handle the additional 2-3 inches they had predicted before the evening.
Well, it kept coming down all day, and by 3pm we had about a foot and a half of snow in our driveway. Now, this is a non-trivial amount of snow, but not uncommon in Upper Cryogenica, and under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even mention it…if it wasn’t for the snowblower, which picked this particular afternoon to stop running. It will run for a minute or so, but stall the instant you point the 400lb. son-of-a-bitch downhill. Even uphill or on the level, it will eventually sputter, cough, and stall. If you move the choke just a smidge from halfway between FULL and OFF, the engine chugs to a stop instantly.
I’m guessing it’s something with the fuel line or carb nozzle, but the middle of a Nor’easter is a bad time to tear the thing down and do diagnostics and maintenance. So I shoveled out a spot for the wife by hand down by the road, and called the plow guy to dig us out. Good thing we paid for the extended warranty on Mr. Snowblower, because this will be Service Call #4 in as many years. (In all fairness, it’s in hard use every winter, and gets the piss beaten out of it by Mother Gaia every snow season.)
Now I need a shower, a drink, and a handful of Tylenol.