My dad 'kindly' gave me his 25+ year-old Snapper mower for my new house, which has my first lawn. I know he hasn't started that thing in 15 years, because I was probably the last one to use it when I was still cutting his grass. I accepted because, well, you don't look a mechanical gift horse in the mouth. Worst case scenario, I'd have a little small engine project to keep me busy - like I need another project.
A couple days ago, I was looking for info on the thing, checking out prices for parts and carb rebuild kits and such, and got a wild idea. Went out to the garage. Check the gas - almost empty, but it actually smelled like gas, and not varnish. Hunh. Check the oil - a touch low, so I topped it off. Pull the plug - pretty clean, I hit it with a wire brush for good measure.
I get the girlfriend out for an extra hand. 'Hold this plug against this bolt head,' I tell her. 'And tell me if you see a spark when I pull it.' I'm not expecting anything.
I pull. 'Yep,' she says. 'What?' No way. 'Do you know what a spark looks like?' She just looks at me, and doesn't answer. Fine, then. I stick the plug back in, push the mower out of the garage, and think, 'well, what the hell?'
Three pulls later, I have a running lawn mower. It's alive! I cackle like a maniac. I simply cannot believe this thing started like it had been run last week! All I did was put more gas in it.
I mow the lawn triumphantly, beer in hand. I even get ambitious and do a kicky concentric circle pattern around a central tree, because I'm just feeling that on-top-of-the-world.
So, I'm a convert. I think I'll swap Briggs motors into my two broken motorcycles now.