Saturday, September 26, 2020
OK the Patient is a Rototiller
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
So by the time you read this, as I type this on June 27, you will have already not cared and I will already have known what that Coast to Coast rototiller evolved or as it was misspelled eviloved into to.
So today, I decided to see if it would start.
I got some gas into the tank, and looked at the plug and it was a J 9 something Champion, and I thought, "That sounds familiar" said something to TL who said TL had written that down previously, on the chainsaw probably, so I sorted through the plugs I keep as I always keep plugs and went out to the pick up and sure as tooin' there was a J 9 in an opened package, a great deal in better shape than the sooty one I had, so I put that into the the 5 HP Briggs and Stratton.
I have never seen one of these old engines, as I got to looking at the choke which is on the carb intake, and it looked like you should twist it, so I tried and that did not work, so I pulled on it, and out it came.
Wow instant choke.
So I pulled on the starter cord and I swear IT FIRED AND STARTED UP!
I was so stunned I just stood there dumbfounded and it blew out black smoke in puffs, and it choked out as I had the choke on and with that it quit.
I shoved the choke in, pulled the cord and I swear IT STARTED UP AGAIN!
Was poof running like shit, black smoke and I wondered if I had ring problems, but TL said it was getting better, and as this was sitting upside down for 400 years in a junk pile outside, there probably was a bit of oil in the piston head.
It was not running all that fast or great, so I moved it at a tilt and it started to run better, cleaner and picked up speed.
Then it chugged, chugged and quit.
I thought I had run out of gas, but still had gas, so that meant there was a slug in the fuel line. CHIT!
So I went to start it again, and this time the cord just pulled and would not engage, as those old rip starts had some kind of thing going on in them which of course goes wrong, so CHIT that sucked.
So I was defeated, but not vanquished. TL and I cracked a beer to share, drove over to the neighbors to return some cattle lick tubs we got daylilies from them in, and they were not home, drove by hideous uncles, he was still the hermit in the dark and home we came.
Pounding on the cord casing and sticking my fingers in, did nothing, so that means I have to look up what I forgot in what goes wrong with this shit, if I can fix it or have to try and find one that will work.
Anyway, I know the thing will run. The engine is good for being like 50 years old, probably laying in the junk pile for a decade, and while I have not checked the gear box chains for grease which there is a great deal of grease on the tiller guard top, and have not checked the belts in taking off the protective cover, I do know this will run. I know I said that, but knowing something will run is a blessing better than some shit that won't fire.
If I can't finger it out, I can take it to Jerry who is a relative and can fix anything that has moving parts in it or not. I really want to keep this thing together as the engine is ancient and looks neat with it's metal gas tank and it's black casing.
I will just have TL with the extra set of eyes watching when I pull things apart and will of course look online about things, but while this is not turning out the way I had hoped, but you know when this thing was made, America was putting things on the moon and Ford was turning out Mustangs that run to this day. So think of what American made was once, and what this Chinese shit is now.
No Chinaman shit is going to be running 50 years from now, especially firing on the first pull after laying upside down outside in a junk pile for 10 years.
I'm feeling sort of smug as we paid 30 bucks for this, and my intent was to put on an electric motor, and now I want to keep this thing historic, but it is amazing in the new heavy duty tillers are 800 bucks and I got one which appears like it will outlast them and it cost 30, plus I got a horse plough thrown in, as when in a junk yard, always BS the owner, who will then make deals on things you should not be buying, but again, who would not want a two bottom gang horse plough on their lawn, not quite complete and you have no idea what it is.
I hope in future rototiller updates that the story is, this thing runs like a peach and looks like an anteater throwing plumes of dirt so high it knocks drones out of the sky.
Nuff Said
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