If the crepe myrtle is blooming, it’s probably July. I took this photo with my phone a few weeks ago.
How about this guy who color coordinated his bird houses with the crepe myrtle bush? I first noticed this artwork during a “morning 40.”
So much happens on my bike rides, sometimes I think, man, some day I’m really gonna miss this. Of course I won’t miss last Thursday’s events when some sort of bee (I never saw him) got inside my bike jersey and stung me 4 times. Ouch!
Then Thursday, I was shooting down the hill just shy of home when off to my right in the grass a hawk pounced on a squirrel, but due to my startling him he gave up on his intended breakfast. But do you think that squirrel thanked me?
Then there’s the big yellow dog that sometimes chases me out along Morrow Mill Rd. But his trick is that I never know when he’s actually going to chase me. He’ll chase me once and then sleep late for the next two months. Then, just when I let down my guard, out he comes like a rocket. I can just visualize myself as a character in a geometry problem as some unknown math genius calculates whether the dog’s speed combined with his angle of attack will equal contact with me going in a straight line at 24 mph. Note to math genius: The dog is aging at 7 years for every one of mine, and I’ve noticed he’s putting on weight. Note to Cyndy: If I don’t return home someday, the math problem took an unexpected turn in the dog’s favor. Look for me in front of the ranch house with a dog house on the front porch, a half mile west of Millikin Rd.
Moving on, I chuckle every time I think about it, but I was fixing dinner last night, and I’ll admit that I’d had a glass of wine, OK maybe two. I noted that the recipe called for a lettuce side dish, and said to Cindy, “Do you want a ledge of wettuce?” After she stopped laughing, she said, “From Elmer Fudd, I don’t think so!”
In Pony news, I’ve been doing a little leak investigation. By the way, Gene and I call the big piece of cardboard that I keep under the Pony his diaper. Every now and then, just like with all big babies, we need to change his diaper. I’d also add that the diaper analogy holds up in another way. What leaks out of the Pony’s rear end is way nastier than what leaks out of the front!
Anyway, by process of elimination (I drained the hydraulic oil), I determined that the oil dripping onto the diaper toward the Pony’s front end was coming from the hydraulic pump. The photo below is the hydraulic pump and tank.
So you are properly oriented, the fan screws onto the round thing on the right with all the holes around it.
So, the good news is that the engine is tight, but the bad news is that that pump (which I had totally rebuilt) is leaking. After consulting with the Idiotic Brother, we’ve decided to try a non-surgical leak remedy. I’m going to pack the hydraulic tank with grease instead of refilling with oil. There are several advantages of this fix. Most obvious, I don’t actually have to do anything. And second, if this doesn’t work, I get to blame it on the IB. As a back-up source of advice, I floated this fix by the guys on the tractor discussion board. I got no “Holy crap, don’t do that” messages, so stay tuned.
The Princess and I are heading up to NYC this week. There’s a ton of good blog material up there, and I’ll fill you in on my return. I see now that I titled this post July in North Carolina, and here it is August 1. Ah well. Enjoy the dog days everyone. Thanks for reading.