olyeller
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Well, I thought I was all done with buying saws, seeing as how I had the perfect 3-saw plan: Stihl MS 260, MS 460 and a Dolmar 143. With saws of 50cc, 77cc and 95cc displacement, I had it all covered, right? After all, I'm just cutting wood for fun up at the hunting camp cabin.
And then I saw this neglected Stihl 034 Super just sitting all alone in a garage, gathering dust. No one to care for it. No one to clean it up. No one to play with it. I picked her up and yes, compassion filled my heart. At least I believe it was compassion, not CAD. In fact, I'm certain it was compassion because I discerned that she was from a country that no longer existed on any map--West Germany--so she could probably never find her way back home again. And so I was moved to set this sad little saw free from its prison and bring it to a new home where it would have 3 other saws to keep it company, and where a guy named olyeller would take her for trips to the country where the downed oaks need slicing and dicing and burning.
She cleaned up quite nice for an old 61cc garage queen. Didn't need much at all; no fixing up, even the air filter looked good and the piston run-in but in great shape. She's wearing a 24-inch bar, but I think I'll treat her to a new 16-inch shorty so she can just let it all hang out--get just a little bit wild. The bigger saws have plenty of bar to go around so she can just romp about and have the fun jobs. I believe I'll also poke a couple or three holes into her muffler to let her breathe easier. Then we'll drive up to the ranch, cut wood until we're all tuckered out, and then just go off into the sunset with the other three saws, gather around the campfire, and tell tall tales over a cold premix or two--Jack D and vermouth, 32:1. Or should that be 50:1?
Don't you just love happy endings?
And then I saw this neglected Stihl 034 Super just sitting all alone in a garage, gathering dust. No one to care for it. No one to clean it up. No one to play with it. I picked her up and yes, compassion filled my heart. At least I believe it was compassion, not CAD. In fact, I'm certain it was compassion because I discerned that she was from a country that no longer existed on any map--West Germany--so she could probably never find her way back home again. And so I was moved to set this sad little saw free from its prison and bring it to a new home where it would have 3 other saws to keep it company, and where a guy named olyeller would take her for trips to the country where the downed oaks need slicing and dicing and burning.
She cleaned up quite nice for an old 61cc garage queen. Didn't need much at all; no fixing up, even the air filter looked good and the piston run-in but in great shape. She's wearing a 24-inch bar, but I think I'll treat her to a new 16-inch shorty so she can just let it all hang out--get just a little bit wild. The bigger saws have plenty of bar to go around so she can just romp about and have the fun jobs. I believe I'll also poke a couple or three holes into her muffler to let her breathe easier. Then we'll drive up to the ranch, cut wood until we're all tuckered out, and then just go off into the sunset with the other three saws, gather around the campfire, and tell tall tales over a cold premix or two--Jack D and vermouth, 32:1. Or should that be 50:1?
Don't you just love happy endings?