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So my gas jug is empty but Junior the Mower has a little left in the tank. It's been so warm that the weeds and wild onions are growing again (in December), I'll just take a few laps around the yard. Whoo-Hooh! Road course, no pattern or thought to it, just burning the rest of the gas in Junior's tank. A kid on a go kart.
I want to run Junior dry. Isn't that the right thing to do for the winter?
Our back yard, though small, is like moonscape. About a 6-foot change in elevation. I got to going so fast, I was reminded of when I got thrown out of a golf cart one time, drunk, raising hell and doing the same thing on the side of a hill on hole number 6 in SC all by myself.
So I slowed down. Got tired of that and parked Junior behind the house, engine running full throttle. I want to empty the tank. So now we're bound to bother the neighbors, motor running wide open for a long time. I don't really give a shit. They've been running Corvette's with no muffler, and nail guns and ...I don't really give a shit.
So I sat on the porch smoking and drinking beer, waiting for Junior's gas tank to run dry. And it did. Sputter, sputter, quit. Done.
I was sitting there on the porch, and from all the old school thinking I have (you young kids won't understand this), as soon as Junior's motor ran out of gas I felt compelled to run over to him and turn the ignition off. QUICK! Or you'll burn the points!
I'll bet that doesn't make any sense, but that's what I thought.
I want to run Junior dry. Isn't that the right thing to do for the winter?
Our back yard, though small, is like moonscape. About a 6-foot change in elevation. I got to going so fast, I was reminded of when I got thrown out of a golf cart one time, drunk, raising hell and doing the same thing on the side of a hill on hole number 6 in SC all by myself.
So I slowed down. Got tired of that and parked Junior behind the house, engine running full throttle. I want to empty the tank. So now we're bound to bother the neighbors, motor running wide open for a long time. I don't really give a shit. They've been running Corvette's with no muffler, and nail guns and ...I don't really give a shit.
So I sat on the porch smoking and drinking beer, waiting for Junior's gas tank to run dry. And it did. Sputter, sputter, quit. Done.
I was sitting there on the porch, and from all the old school thinking I have (you young kids won't understand this), as soon as Junior's motor ran out of gas I felt compelled to run over to him and turn the ignition off. QUICK! Or you'll burn the points!
I'll bet that doesn't make any sense, but that's what I thought.
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