Oldscruggsfan
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Last weekend I stumbled onto the reason my 30-y-o chainsaw wouldn’t run. Turns out the fuel line from the tank to the carburetor had dry- rotted. I ordered a new fuel line and finger-sized filter from the manufacturer and checked YT for the “how to”. In the best video, the technician used a set of hemostat forceps to pull the new fuel line down from the top of the fuel tank.
After half an hour and my third frustrating attempt to force the new fuel line through the tiny hole, I silently admitted the necessity of the hemostat forceps. The next evening, the forceps worked even better than expected. I completed the repair and re-attached the carburetor in just over 10 minutes.
The following day, I mentioned the snazzy new tool to my older brother. His reply confused me.
He said, “You bought a preacher.”
Sensing my confusion, he explained, “That’s what granddaddy used to call any tool that saved him time and frustration. Same as a preacher [clergy], it prevented him from cussing.”
After half an hour and my third frustrating attempt to force the new fuel line through the tiny hole, I silently admitted the necessity of the hemostat forceps. The next evening, the forceps worked even better than expected. I completed the repair and re-attached the carburetor in just over 10 minutes.
The following day, I mentioned the snazzy new tool to my older brother. His reply confused me.
He said, “You bought a preacher.”
Sensing my confusion, he explained, “That’s what granddaddy used to call any tool that saved him time and frustration. Same as a preacher [clergy], it prevented him from cussing.”
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