"Question: How the heck did it become so bad?. "stitch in time" and all of that."
(A bit of back story here) - my parents have had a small 5-acre farm in the North Okanagan of British Columbia. They're in their mid-80s, and the writing's been on the wall for some time that they really can't take of the place that well anymore. It's either let the place deteriorate into ruin, or they should sell the place and move someplace else (ie into town). I know the latter choice would break their hearts, so I took early retirement to relocate my wife and myself out here to take over the place. Dad has little or no mechanical inclination whatsoever, and if it isn't broken into a million pieces and still runs...it's good enough for him. When it breaks, it's time for a new one - that's his philosophy. That's not mine...I like stuff fixed and running optimally. However, I've never been that hands on with his equipment, since I lived across the country and only managed to get out here once or twice a year for a couple of weeks.
So now - well, there's a new sheriff in town...and this guy likes stuff that works.
Thanks for listening..