It starts with a decent shovel, this is better than decent, but it’s still plastic. I’m good with a shovel, a spatula isn’t very different I suppose, just radically different contexts.
My landlord said he’d be keeping the side drive open, his behavior indicates that driving through and over the snowb ank counts. I disagree, thus the shovel, because he only uses a snowblower (a few minutes at a time so it seems)
So I cleaned up the route from the garage to the pavement, messed around with and explored DownEaster’s snow capabilities. They are limited by design, most of the weight is forward and the drive tire is in the rear, and said wheel ain’t for snow…
It’s amazing, feeling a machine interact with natural laws. I can’t make it do something it isn’t capable of. I am, however, with careful observation and then application of observations, able to work the context.
The rear has very little grab, two front tires create considerable rolling resistance (it’s all about the dolly at work!) and gravity. I was able to learn about how the rear will only track straight in reverse, partly tire design. The rear end follows gravity more than direction without traction (which means when spinning might go sideways, as gravity pulls the mass of the machine once traction is lost.)
I didn’t destroy the lawn, make a racket, hurt the machine. I did, of course learn a lot, but more than anything, remind myself how much I absolutely love motorcycles.
I was invigorated, titillated, challenged and overcame obstacles, and to be bunt, had fun. It fails to cease to amaze me what joy these contraptions bring into my life.
Snow sneakers for Hedwig tomorrow first thing, got me pondering the like for another vehicle….
