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Things You Don't See Anymore Part 3
- Thread starter Richland123
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My dad had one of those. It lasted for years. It didn't start on the first pull, as advertised, but almost always started on the second.
That particular train is always on time!
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I was using one of these until about five years ago. I fell and messed up my shoulder, it hurt like hell to pull the cord on it, my line trimer or my leaf blower. I hired a lawn service for a couple of years. When the lawn guy announced that he was retiring I bought all cordless lawn gear. I've been using a cordless mower, line trimer and leaf blower for the past three years. This year I think that I'm going to make the jump to a cordless snow blower.
Conversely, it's also getting easier for adults to imitate bad child behavior, FWIW.Is nothing sacred anymore (mock indignation)?
It is getting harder and harder for children to imitate bad, adult behavior. What is the world coming to?
- Oct 7, 2000
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Just want to tell a quick pointless story...
The only time I ever had access to one of those, I was about 12 years old and we were staying at a country house my uncle owned in Connecticut. My brother borrowed one from a friend that I, of course, was forbidden to use.
I got up the next morning at 6AM, wheeled it out onto the dirt road (we were really in the sticks), started it up and was in frikkken heaven. Felt like I was in the easy rider movie. About a mile away, still on dirt roads I hear a dog start barking. I turn and see a big German Shepard (the pit bulls of the 70s) racing down a driveway headed right for me. He was faster than mini bike, and I really thought that was it. I was about to pay for my crime. I don't remember exactly what transpired between the dog and me, but I had to stop the bike... and found out he just wanted to play.
I almost crapped myself a second time, just writing about that...
I LOVED riding that thing that day.
A motorcycle is still on my bucket list.
The only time I ever had access to one of those, I was about 12 years old and we were staying at a country house my uncle owned in Connecticut. My brother borrowed one from a friend that I, of course, was forbidden to use.
I got up the next morning at 6AM, wheeled it out onto the dirt road (we were really in the sticks), started it up and was in frikkken heaven. Felt like I was in the easy rider movie. About a mile away, still on dirt roads I hear a dog start barking. I turn and see a big German Shepard (the pit bulls of the 70s) racing down a driveway headed right for me. He was faster than mini bike, and I really thought that was it. I was about to pay for my crime. I don't remember exactly what transpired between the dog and me, but I had to stop the bike... and found out he just wanted to play.
I almost crapped myself a second time, just writing about that...
I LOVED riding that thing that day.
A motorcycle is still on my bucket list.
I went with Echo, I'm really happy with my choice.
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My dad had one of those. One day, when I was about 6, he was working on it out on the driveway, had it partially taken apart. I asked what he was doing. He said "cleaning the carburetor".
I said "It's not a carburetor. It's a lawnmowerburetor."
Was I wrong?
Edit: and if I recall correctly - my dad was indeed a "lawnmower berater" that day. (Naughty naughty words, daddy!)
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I'm so happy that these are no longer around. I always wear a seatbelt, but this is ridiculous. Those that don't, that's just natural selection.
