Growing up in Massachusetts, we had a big ol' Ariens snowblower that ran on a 6hp Tecumseh gasoline engine, but our driveway was about 70' long, on a hill. It was big enough to gobble up the blockade the town's snowplow deposited at the foot of out driveway every snowfall. I rebuilt it when I was 16. Thing was an absolute beast.
Back in the day... corner lot, two-car driveway, three walks to the house from the streets and garage, head-high privet hedges and it was illegal to direct any shoveled snow to the street gutters... no matter how wet and heavy, snow had to be flung up over the hedges into the yard. If it could shoot the snow high enough to clear the hedges, this thing would have been great everywhere except the stairs! By law, sidewalks had to be clear by 8am, so shoveling often commenced at 3am. 3-family (stacked apartments) house... the caretaker on the first floor was 74, his sister on the second floor was 83, so from day one I (third-floor) showed up to do my part for every snow. One time his back was out. I did the whole thing myself, halfway through slipping on the ice at the top of the concrete stairs. I got 'er done but had to miss work to see my chiropractor! Ah, youth!
@@WanderDano That apartment today would rent for 10X what I was paying for it back then (40 years ago). The landlord was the mayor, son of the immigrant who bought it and slowly brought his entire family over from Italy... he wanted $500/mo rent and I couldn't afford it but the elderly real estate guy showing me around to the available apartments in the Southend decided he liked me, had been a kid who lived in that house when his family came over from Italy, and the landlord was his nephew... he convinced him I'd be a good enough tenant to take the $350 I could afford... I never made him regret it. I was more than happy to pitch in and help the old man downstairs with the snow. Less than two miles from the heart of downtown, in between two good bus lines, wood floors, plaster walls, in a neighbourhood solid built by the first generation of Irish to make it to secure incomes after their parents immigrated to America during the potato famine... at the time I lived there, the neighborhood was occupied by the slowly dying out generation of Italian immigrants who came later, their offspring already moved on to the suburbs just as the offspring of the Irish had done before them. All to myself... three bedrooms, enormous kitchen, the dining room and parlor so large my friends saw it and asked when I was opening my skating rink... teensy, tiny clothes closets reflecting on the day when a man owned one suit and a woman only owned her housedress, her shopping dress, and her Sunday church dress. SURROUNDED by fabulous Italian restaurants, bakeries, and niche food markets... scratch-made everything, all of it delicious, with prices you could actually afford. I'm old now, been through a lot, and I'm struggling financially (not for the first time), but I'm confident I'm not done yet making good memories like those back then and others before then and since. God was looking out for me then, before I knew even the first thing about honoring Him. I'm confident He's got my back still.
Yep was thinking the foundation would hurt it a bit as you went over the lip of the raised portion. maybe give the machine a tilt as you approach the lip head on. Going the other way off the lip should be fine.
the head lights are super cool !!!!
Agree - hope I don't have to use it and rely on them! lol
Growing up in Massachusetts, we had a big ol' Ariens snowblower that ran on a 6hp Tecumseh gasoline engine, but our driveway was about 70' long, on a hill. It was big enough to gobble up the blockade the town's snowplow deposited at the foot of out driveway every snowfall. I rebuilt it when I was 16. Thing was an absolute beast.
ohhh man that was a beast!! This got through the snow plowing push but could call it gobbling it up. lol
Back in the day... corner lot, two-car driveway, three walks to the house from the streets and garage, head-high privet hedges and it was illegal to direct any shoveled snow to the street gutters... no matter how wet and heavy, snow had to be flung up over the hedges into the yard. If it could shoot the snow high enough to clear the hedges, this thing would have been great everywhere except the stairs! By law, sidewalks had to be clear by 8am, so shoveling often commenced at 3am. 3-family (stacked apartments) house... the caretaker on the first floor was 74, his sister on the second floor was 83, so from day one I (third-floor) showed up to do my part for every snow. One time his back was out. I did the whole thing myself, halfway through slipping on the ice at the top of the concrete stairs. I got 'er done but had to miss work to see my chiropractor! Ah, youth!
All I got to say is.. .YIKES!!! lol I always thought corner lots were great.. until you remember all the "extra" shoveling. lol
@@WanderDano That apartment today would rent for 10X what I was paying for it back then (40 years ago). The landlord was the mayor, son of the immigrant who bought it and slowly brought his entire family over from Italy... he wanted $500/mo rent and I couldn't afford it but the elderly real estate guy showing me around to the available apartments in the Southend decided he liked me, had been a kid who lived in that house when his family came over from Italy, and the landlord was his nephew... he convinced him I'd be a good enough tenant to take the $350 I could afford... I never made him regret it. I was more than happy to pitch in and help the old man downstairs with the snow. Less than two miles from the heart of downtown, in between two good bus lines, wood floors, plaster walls, in a neighbourhood solid built by the first generation of Irish to make it to secure incomes after their parents immigrated to America during the potato famine... at the time I lived there, the neighborhood was occupied by the slowly dying out generation of Italian immigrants who came later, their offspring already moved on to the suburbs just as the offspring of the Irish had done before them. All to myself... three bedrooms, enormous kitchen, the dining room and parlor so large my friends saw it and asked when I was opening my skating rink... teensy, tiny clothes closets reflecting on the day when a man owned one suit and a woman only owned her housedress, her shopping dress, and her Sunday church dress. SURROUNDED by fabulous Italian restaurants, bakeries, and niche food markets... scratch-made everything, all of it delicious, with prices you could actually afford.
I'm old now, been through a lot, and I'm struggling financially (not for the first time), but I'm confident I'm not done yet making good memories like those back then and others before then and since. God was looking out for me then, before I knew even the first thing about honoring Him. I'm confident He's got my back still.
I really just enjoy the idea of hard work
I could literally watch other people do it for hours on end.
Greetings from Yuma.
LMAO !!
Yep was thinking the foundation would hurt it a bit as you went over the lip of the raised portion. maybe give the machine a tilt as you approach the lip head on. Going the other way off the lip should be fine.
Yeah my second running of it I have a better pattern that should work out better with that .
It does look like a lot of fun, but I'll stick with mowing my grass here in Florida. LOL
Understandable... I think I could be talked into driving thru Florida so I could mow a lawn in the Conch Republic. lol
We wondered about this, decide after winter🫤
It was a pretty darn good deal!