[guido]

It's not so much what I did to my cubs, but what they did to me today.

Lots O Snow here in NW Indiana today. Time to play. The 127 and I were only getting started when suddenly the engine quit. Engine cranks easily and I hear a "chuffing" sound. I hope it's only a head gasket. I have one here somewhere but I won't find it till tomorrow. So the 127 will spend the night buried in snow as a punishment.

Off I go trudging through the back yard to the cub shed to get the 147 with the thrower mounted. (I don't buy implements for my tractors... I buy tractors for my implements) Battery dead and my Ole Dayton charger decided it was time to let the magic smoke out. About an hour later I had the 147 throwing snow like a champ across the back yard. Until.... the sprocket shaft parted. Luckily I have another shaft. It's now just before midnight and she's ready to dig out her little sister. But not until morning.

Did I get to move snow? Not really.
Did I have a good time. HELL YAH!