avalancher
Arboristsite Raconteur
I am one of those brand loyal nutcases. Cant help myself. Maybe its because I like to walk in my shop in the morning all bleary eyed and be able to find the chainsaws by color, I dont know. Maybe I just like carrying around just one size of scrench, who knows. But after a recent visit to my Husky dealer last night, I may be wearing a Stihl hat before long.
It started out as any other afternoon. I unsaddled in front of the shop(meaning I swung the door open, hauled my butt out, and stopped to pick up the pop can that fell out with me) and sauntered in and spotted my usual stool in the corner. Gerald knows that if he wants to sell me any parts, he has to allow me to park my butt at least for fifteen minutes on a stool, try on a hat or two, harass his wife behind the counter if it even looks like she has a different hairdo than from the last time I was in there, and offer at least three customers with unsolicited advise on how not to let their clutch covers get junked up before bringing them in and complain about how poorly they are cutting.
My cue to shut the hell up and order my parts generally comes in three parts. Gerald hands me a cold Mt Dew, Darlene's blood pressure shoots up to the point that her face turns red, and Gerald tells me, "okay Ed, shut the hell up and lets see your list".Just as I was popping the top on my drink, I noticed a nice brand new Husqvarna front tine tiller sitting over there in the corner, and decided to take a look. After all, if Husky built it, its got to be good, right?
Squatting down for a peek, I obviously implied to the shark behind the counter that perhaps a sale was pending, and Gerald hustled over and started rattling off its finer points. "Ed, this baby is fuel injected, turbo powered, powder coated, lifted six inches, primed and painted to match your saws. Dual cassette, air conditioned, leather interior, you name it.And for a mere down payment of $7000 and monthly payments of $400 for the rest of your life, you can have this baby loaded up in that fine looking truck you got parked out front."
But luckily for me, I saw right through that sales pitch, and recognized a sales pitch lie when I saw it.I dont drive a nice truck. But as I looked over this tiller, I was struck by one serious problem.It was the cheapest built anything I have ever seen in my life with a gasoline engine on it.It was seriously as if Yugo themselves built this thing.
I told Gerald that I wasn't interested in buying something that would simply break down the minute I used it, and started to get to my feet.Turning a little red in the face himself, Gerald asked "what are you talking about, cheap?Its a Husky!"
"Well Gerald, you really want me to show you what is so cheap about this thing, really?"
He really wanted to know. I pointed to the shroud covering the tines, and told him that the first time that tiller picks up a stick, its going to bend that cowl like a pretzel, in fact I could bend it in half with my bare hands.
Insisting that the cowl was ten gauge sheet metal and unbendable by bare hands, he wanted me give him a demonstration. I bent that 14 gauge cowl like it was warm chocolate.After bending it back, the paint popped right off.
The cover over the drive belt was made of plastic.Even the brackets were plastic. As I pointed out, the first time that cover gets hit with anything, including pushing it into the tractor shed and you nick the doorjamb, its going to break.I offered a demonstration, he declined. Moving right along, I pointed out the tines.Bending one all the way over so that it could touch the other tines, and then bending it back again, I asked him how in the world did anyone expect that thing to hold up to even hitting a missed potato, much less a rock?
Down my list we went.Foam hand grips. Ever run a front tine tiller?You spend most of your time holding the thing back from rocketing across the yard and climbing the fence, and you put foam grips on the dang thing?What do you moron engineers lasso wild horses with, yarn?
The exhaust points straight back at the operator.What, you think I till the garden in the dead of winter and wear a gas mask while I am at it?The term "winter" should not be used in the same sentence as "rototiller" except in "I killed a Husqvarna engineer last winter by dropping a rototiller on him."
What the hell are "self sharpening tines"? How does anything that gets crammed through dirt, rocks, and a six year old's sandbox toys self sharpen itself?
Husqvarna, I am disgusted.I overlooked that cheap leaf blower at Lowes, well, because I found it at Lowes. I expect to find cheap tools there. I overlooked that you put your name on the tractor that I bought five years ago and have replaced the head gaskets on four times now.I know Kohler built the engine, not you.
But getting cheap has gone far enough with this tiller. It really cant be used as described, and I dont give a rats butt that you got a nice little blond bimbo to demonstrate how nice it is in the sales flyer. Husqvarna, you keep putting your name on cheap junk like this, and I will have to jump ship like the rest of the rats and start hauling creamsickle looking saws around. At least they dont stamp their name on anything that makes noise and try and pawn it off on some nitwit that buys a new saw everytime the chain gets dull.
Even the 372 weeped a little bar oil this morning when I told her all about it. The 357, well, he just snarled and hocked a loogie out of the clutch cover to remind me to clean him up better next time I am done cutting.
It started out as any other afternoon. I unsaddled in front of the shop(meaning I swung the door open, hauled my butt out, and stopped to pick up the pop can that fell out with me) and sauntered in and spotted my usual stool in the corner. Gerald knows that if he wants to sell me any parts, he has to allow me to park my butt at least for fifteen minutes on a stool, try on a hat or two, harass his wife behind the counter if it even looks like she has a different hairdo than from the last time I was in there, and offer at least three customers with unsolicited advise on how not to let their clutch covers get junked up before bringing them in and complain about how poorly they are cutting.
My cue to shut the hell up and order my parts generally comes in three parts. Gerald hands me a cold Mt Dew, Darlene's blood pressure shoots up to the point that her face turns red, and Gerald tells me, "okay Ed, shut the hell up and lets see your list".Just as I was popping the top on my drink, I noticed a nice brand new Husqvarna front tine tiller sitting over there in the corner, and decided to take a look. After all, if Husky built it, its got to be good, right?
Squatting down for a peek, I obviously implied to the shark behind the counter that perhaps a sale was pending, and Gerald hustled over and started rattling off its finer points. "Ed, this baby is fuel injected, turbo powered, powder coated, lifted six inches, primed and painted to match your saws. Dual cassette, air conditioned, leather interior, you name it.And for a mere down payment of $7000 and monthly payments of $400 for the rest of your life, you can have this baby loaded up in that fine looking truck you got parked out front."
But luckily for me, I saw right through that sales pitch, and recognized a sales pitch lie when I saw it.I dont drive a nice truck. But as I looked over this tiller, I was struck by one serious problem.It was the cheapest built anything I have ever seen in my life with a gasoline engine on it.It was seriously as if Yugo themselves built this thing.
I told Gerald that I wasn't interested in buying something that would simply break down the minute I used it, and started to get to my feet.Turning a little red in the face himself, Gerald asked "what are you talking about, cheap?Its a Husky!"
"Well Gerald, you really want me to show you what is so cheap about this thing, really?"
He really wanted to know. I pointed to the shroud covering the tines, and told him that the first time that tiller picks up a stick, its going to bend that cowl like a pretzel, in fact I could bend it in half with my bare hands.
Insisting that the cowl was ten gauge sheet metal and unbendable by bare hands, he wanted me give him a demonstration. I bent that 14 gauge cowl like it was warm chocolate.After bending it back, the paint popped right off.
The cover over the drive belt was made of plastic.Even the brackets were plastic. As I pointed out, the first time that cover gets hit with anything, including pushing it into the tractor shed and you nick the doorjamb, its going to break.I offered a demonstration, he declined. Moving right along, I pointed out the tines.Bending one all the way over so that it could touch the other tines, and then bending it back again, I asked him how in the world did anyone expect that thing to hold up to even hitting a missed potato, much less a rock?
Down my list we went.Foam hand grips. Ever run a front tine tiller?You spend most of your time holding the thing back from rocketing across the yard and climbing the fence, and you put foam grips on the dang thing?What do you moron engineers lasso wild horses with, yarn?
The exhaust points straight back at the operator.What, you think I till the garden in the dead of winter and wear a gas mask while I am at it?The term "winter" should not be used in the same sentence as "rototiller" except in "I killed a Husqvarna engineer last winter by dropping a rototiller on him."
What the hell are "self sharpening tines"? How does anything that gets crammed through dirt, rocks, and a six year old's sandbox toys self sharpen itself?
Husqvarna, I am disgusted.I overlooked that cheap leaf blower at Lowes, well, because I found it at Lowes. I expect to find cheap tools there. I overlooked that you put your name on the tractor that I bought five years ago and have replaced the head gaskets on four times now.I know Kohler built the engine, not you.
But getting cheap has gone far enough with this tiller. It really cant be used as described, and I dont give a rats butt that you got a nice little blond bimbo to demonstrate how nice it is in the sales flyer. Husqvarna, you keep putting your name on cheap junk like this, and I will have to jump ship like the rest of the rats and start hauling creamsickle looking saws around. At least they dont stamp their name on anything that makes noise and try and pawn it off on some nitwit that buys a new saw everytime the chain gets dull.
Even the 372 weeped a little bar oil this morning when I told her all about it. The 357, well, he just snarled and hocked a loogie out of the clutch cover to remind me to clean him up better next time I am done cutting.