Cliff_Johns
Elite Member
Biodiesel - sort of - has it\'s uses
I ran out of diesel today, so I thought, well, I have some kerosene in the basement for cleaning the gunk off new woodworking machinery and I have some oil left in a quart jar of Gardinara from which I ate all the peppers. I mixed the two, but I figured it might burn too hot, so I put in some whale oil from a lantern I hadn't used in many years to make it a little less spicy.
I was sitting in the lawn chair looking at my filtered mixture -- I had it in a gallon glass jug, it looked a bit green. I sat enjoying the sun and thinking. You know Carharts are great pants, but they have rivets way up high on the leg and if you sit in the sun for a while, those rivets can get hot. Well, I moved a little and the hot metal touched my inner thiegh which made me jump up in the air. My wife was watching so I said, "time to get to work" and continued the jump over to the tractor as though that were my destination all the time. I'm sure she believed it because she said, "It's about time you got to work!"
About that time my neighbor, Gouper, happened by. He asked if he could borrow the jug for a minute and I didn't think anything of it, but he loops his index finger through the little handle at the mouth of the jug, lays the jug on his shoulder and tips it to his mouth. I was too surprised to stop him. He took a big swig.
When he was done he calmly returned the jug to me and said, "That was awful, but it packs a punch."
I stood looking at the jug thinking biodiesel might have more uses than I thought when I noticed my wife had dug out three stumps by hand and was working on the fourth. I poured my Moon Shine-Mountain Dew-Bio-diesel into the tractor and fired her up.
I smelled like two hundred jalapino-bean-dip eating T-Rexes had farted all at once. The dog keeled over, three squirls fell out of the trees and the paint on the tractor hood slid off in one large wrinkled sheet. I Won't have to spray for mosquitoes this year, maybe not next year either.
Anyway, by the time i'd recovered it was dark, the tractor was still running, although it sounded a bit like a continuous whoopie cushion, and my wife had removed all the stumps with a shovel and had returned to the house. I had just enough biodiesel to get the tractor back to the barn before it ran out again.
I was wondering if everyone has tractor experiences like this, or is it just me?
Cliff
I ran out of diesel today, so I thought, well, I have some kerosene in the basement for cleaning the gunk off new woodworking machinery and I have some oil left in a quart jar of Gardinara from which I ate all the peppers. I mixed the two, but I figured it might burn too hot, so I put in some whale oil from a lantern I hadn't used in many years to make it a little less spicy.
I was sitting in the lawn chair looking at my filtered mixture -- I had it in a gallon glass jug, it looked a bit green. I sat enjoying the sun and thinking. You know Carharts are great pants, but they have rivets way up high on the leg and if you sit in the sun for a while, those rivets can get hot. Well, I moved a little and the hot metal touched my inner thiegh which made me jump up in the air. My wife was watching so I said, "time to get to work" and continued the jump over to the tractor as though that were my destination all the time. I'm sure she believed it because she said, "It's about time you got to work!"
About that time my neighbor, Gouper, happened by. He asked if he could borrow the jug for a minute and I didn't think anything of it, but he loops his index finger through the little handle at the mouth of the jug, lays the jug on his shoulder and tips it to his mouth. I was too surprised to stop him. He took a big swig.
When he was done he calmly returned the jug to me and said, "That was awful, but it packs a punch."
I stood looking at the jug thinking biodiesel might have more uses than I thought when I noticed my wife had dug out three stumps by hand and was working on the fourth. I poured my Moon Shine-Mountain Dew-Bio-diesel into the tractor and fired her up.
I smelled like two hundred jalapino-bean-dip eating T-Rexes had farted all at once. The dog keeled over, three squirls fell out of the trees and the paint on the tractor hood slid off in one large wrinkled sheet. I Won't have to spray for mosquitoes this year, maybe not next year either.
Anyway, by the time i'd recovered it was dark, the tractor was still running, although it sounded a bit like a continuous whoopie cushion, and my wife had removed all the stumps with a shovel and had returned to the house. I had just enough biodiesel to get the tractor back to the barn before it ran out again.
I was wondering if everyone has tractor experiences like this, or is it just me?
Cliff
