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Adjust This, Cowboy…

19 Thursday Jun 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Gentleman Farming, Totem Hall

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adjustment bar, bad innuendo, field mow, fieldwork, frozen, nuts and bolts, taylor pittsburgh mower deck

My bar needs adjusting. There, I needed to say that, just for laughs and giggles, and well because my bar really does need adjusting.

the adjustment bar...

the adjustment bar…

For those who just can’t get through the day without knowing, the adjustment bar helps with a mower deck’s angle of attack. You see, most folks tend to have the front of their deck too high in relation to the back. This will lead to backside dragging (a problem whether you’re a human or a machine), which results in blown out, abused, and otherwise perfectly trashed back panels. A little adjustment here, a little adjustment there, and before you know it, the front side has the most is the perfect pitch to the back and you get the most loveliest of mows.

no saggy back end here...

no saggy back end here…

At least that’s how it works in theory. In my reality, I adjusted too hard, cranked one too many times, which, as you can see by my ruts in the dirt, led to a not particularly aesthetic finish. Adding insult to injury, my nut froze to my bolt. The only solution: saw it in two.

those damned ruts...

those damned ruts…

frozen...

frozen…

I leave you to think about that for a bit…

 

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