October 23, 2003

Mither Frikkin Brikkin Racken

That's my Yosemite Sam curse, by the way. What could have me so peeved on such a glorious (yet chilly) autumn morning? What could put me into such a foul humor when I am surrounded by nature's tranquility and a panorama of peaceful colors?

It's the boat motor. Won't start. Not a chug or even a gasp. Just pull the cord over and over again and hear the disinterested sound of an outboard motor ignoring me. Choke is fine. Primer is fine. Gas if fine. All the wires are in their correct positions. It was running fine when I shut it off last. WTF?

I'm not stuck or anything. There are deer trails all over the place. I walk around the forest in the evenings and know the ones around the cabin pretty well by now. I don't think it'll be especially difficult to walk around the lake. I mean all you have to do is keep the water on one side and eventually you get there, right? Or I can row the damned boat back to the launch if I want to. I don't think I want to row this boat for better than 4 miles though.

There are some tools in the shed. I'm going to see what I can do to show the outboard how displeased I am with it's non-performance.

See if you're so nonchalant when I've got a screwdriver to your carbuerator you little bitch!

Posted by Charles at October 23, 2003 07:53 AM
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