Got out today for the first mowing of the season.
Man, smell the the onions.
Greased up the RFM and hooked it up to the 8N.
Had about 1/3 of a tank of gas according to the guage.
Knew I didn"t have enough to mow it all,
but I figured I would go as far as I could.I got a little over half done.
Way down in the bottom part of the yard and ran out of gas.
You can see my yard at this link. Now a little info about me you may not know.
I have congestive heart failure. I get out of breath easily.
I use an electric wheelchair to get around the yard.
Also get around the neighborhood but not too far from home.
But normally, I can walk about 100 feet max. My wife was not home today when I ran out of gas.
Normally I can just holler and have her bring me my chair.
Today that couldn"t and didn"t happen.
I got off the tractor and walked back to the house.
Walk of about 300 feet up a slight incline.
That last 100 feet I was wondering if I could make it.
But by golly I did it. I was gasping for breath
when I got there but I did it. It"s good for me
to push myself occasionally. Builds stamina. Got my chair and went to find the gas jug.
Got lucky as the jug was almost full of gas.
Someone had filled it up and didn"t tell me.
So I took it back to the tractor and opened the tank.
I started pouring expecting to hear gas hitting
the empty bottom of the tank. Didn"t happen.
I heard it splash into the bottom of the tank. Guess what "old fluff for brains" forgot about.
I have a working reserve on my tank.
Instead of walking, I could have opened the valve
and just started it back up and drove it back up to the house. Yep, I got fluff for brains. Pooh Bear
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