I love my Toro snow blower. Ginny thinks her edger is a rush, HA! My blower is a little out of tune, and after the choke is released, it vibrates like mad. I like to start in the middle of my drive, bussing away, leaving the chute off to the right, and go in a bigger and bigger circle till the back part of my drive is done.
By now the blower is hot and cruising at it's peak performance. Long spurts of snow spray from its shute, sometimes spraying me in the face as the wind picks it up. By this time I am cruising down the middle of my drive to the street, taking another strip out from that middle one until I reach the edge of my drive on each side.
I love thrusting it into deep snow and watching the spurts of white shoot out the side chute. If the snow is getting really deep, I get into a rocking motion, pushing it in, watching the spurt, hearing the engine grind under the weight of the load, pulling back, letting the engine pick up steam again, and thrusting it in all over again.
Sometimes I have to push with the front of my hips against the handle, the engine's vibrations, under strain and load, electrically shaking my being.
I do all the sidewalks, too. Too many people just thing people should walk in the street after a deep snow. I even do a path over my front lawn where the mailman walks. I am popular with the mailman.
Anyway, it is a better rush than any ol' edger with a dinky little engine. Even a gas one.
By now the blower is hot and cruising at it's peak performance. Long spurts of snow spray from its shute, sometimes spraying me in the face as the wind picks it up. By this time I am cruising down the middle of my drive to the street, taking another strip out from that middle one until I reach the edge of my drive on each side.
I love thrusting it into deep snow and watching the spurts of white shoot out the side chute. If the snow is getting really deep, I get into a rocking motion, pushing it in, watching the spurt, hearing the engine grind under the weight of the load, pulling back, letting the engine pick up steam again, and thrusting it in all over again.
Sometimes I have to push with the front of my hips against the handle, the engine's vibrations, under strain and load, electrically shaking my being.
I do all the sidewalks, too. Too many people just thing people should walk in the street after a deep snow. I even do a path over my front lawn where the mailman walks. I am popular with the mailman.
Anyway, it is a better rush than any ol' edger with a dinky little engine. Even a gas one.
