In my previous lives, I think I skipped the entire 14th century. Had I not, I would have heeded William of Ockham’s philosophy of nominalism, because I’m pretty sure we would have hung out.
So, today, when my coveted time on my tractor was abruptly interrupted by engine trouble, I did the following:
Cursed. Removed the entire engine guard to troubleshoot. Used The Google to find out if anyone else has had this happen. Called every tractor dealer on the planet to get advice from their service dept. Dropped the deck to gain access to cable assemblies. Removed drive belt. Changed the air, fuel, and just for good measure, the oil filters. Ridiculed The Primary Wife for suggesting “something might be loose.”
Tightened throttle body screw.
Got back on, and resumed working.
Sigh.
