NoTrespassing
Elite Member
I fought the \'75 Troybilt and Won!
Went toe to toe for 3 hours, called a few people for help, couldn't reach em, still won in the end.
Fighting out of the red corner: 1975 6hp. Tecumseh Troybilt tiller.
Fighting out of the blue corner: A 40 yr. old guy that hates working on small engines and can put cuss words together in combinations that few people could imagine.
The challenge started over 2 years ago and the fight was destined to happen sooner or later. The Troybilt thru down the gauntlet by spewing gas out of its carburetor killing several patches of grass. Not to be goaded into a fight easily, the 40 year old used a coffee can to catch the gas for two tilling seasons, avoiding the fight at all costs. The fight was on when the wife of the 40 year old got tired of new dead spots all over the place from unavoidable gas spillage. Its was time for the 40 year old to start training, he knew it would be the fight of his life.
The day before the scheduled fight, the 40 year old started training by going to the small engine parts store. He picked up a float and gasket. The morning of the fight he worked out by doing the spring maintenance on the lawn tractor. He sharpened the blades, changed the oil and oil filter, and even deleted the reverse safety switch that turns the blades off. He knew he was ready.
The fight started slowly at first. The 40 year old got in the best punches, changing the float without even removing the carburator. He had the Troybilt tiller on the ropes early but it wasn't going to be as easy as it seemed. In the second round the Troybilt struck back by refusing to run right. It coughed and sputtered and played havoc with the 40 year olds nerves. It played the ropadope, first pretending to run right and the running terribly. No matter how many times he started the tiller he couldn't get it to right right. The 40 year old was confounded, throwing amazing combinations of cuss words that didn't seem to phase the Troybilt. The fight went on for hours. He tried adjusting the fuel. He tried removing the air cleaner. He tried adjusting the idle and the fuel together. He checked the fuel line but nothing seem to help. He even called on friends, but this wasn't a tagteam match, he was on his own.
And then... just when he thought all hope was lost, it came to him. Words of wisdom that were spoken by a small engine guru just days before. "brass floats are adjustable" were the words that he remembered. In a flash the 40 year old had the carb off, the float adjusted andthe carb back on. The Troybuilt knew the fight was over. The 40 year old had won. All thanks to a wise small engine guru named Jim.
Kevin
Went toe to toe for 3 hours, called a few people for help, couldn't reach em, still won in the end.
Fighting out of the red corner: 1975 6hp. Tecumseh Troybilt tiller.
Fighting out of the blue corner: A 40 yr. old guy that hates working on small engines and can put cuss words together in combinations that few people could imagine.
The challenge started over 2 years ago and the fight was destined to happen sooner or later. The Troybilt thru down the gauntlet by spewing gas out of its carburetor killing several patches of grass. Not to be goaded into a fight easily, the 40 year old used a coffee can to catch the gas for two tilling seasons, avoiding the fight at all costs. The fight was on when the wife of the 40 year old got tired of new dead spots all over the place from unavoidable gas spillage. Its was time for the 40 year old to start training, he knew it would be the fight of his life.
The day before the scheduled fight, the 40 year old started training by going to the small engine parts store. He picked up a float and gasket. The morning of the fight he worked out by doing the spring maintenance on the lawn tractor. He sharpened the blades, changed the oil and oil filter, and even deleted the reverse safety switch that turns the blades off. He knew he was ready.
The fight started slowly at first. The 40 year old got in the best punches, changing the float without even removing the carburator. He had the Troybilt tiller on the ropes early but it wasn't going to be as easy as it seemed. In the second round the Troybilt struck back by refusing to run right. It coughed and sputtered and played havoc with the 40 year olds nerves. It played the ropadope, first pretending to run right and the running terribly. No matter how many times he started the tiller he couldn't get it to right right. The 40 year old was confounded, throwing amazing combinations of cuss words that didn't seem to phase the Troybilt. The fight went on for hours. He tried adjusting the fuel. He tried removing the air cleaner. He tried adjusting the idle and the fuel together. He checked the fuel line but nothing seem to help. He even called on friends, but this wasn't a tagteam match, he was on his own.
And then... just when he thought all hope was lost, it came to him. Words of wisdom that were spoken by a small engine guru just days before. "brass floats are adjustable" were the words that he remembered. In a flash the 40 year old had the carb off, the float adjusted andthe carb back on. The Troybuilt knew the fight was over. The 40 year old had won. All thanks to a wise small engine guru named Jim.
Kevin
