The Rake is Mightier than this Sears Roto Tiller.
As a tribute to my recently passed father, I set out to roto till a small piece of our backyard so we could plant green peas and beans. I spent over 2 hours trying to get the sears craftsmen roto tiller started. I cleaned the air filter, added new fuel, and I even followed the directions. Look at these instructions, what a joke.
SEARS EASY TO FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.
AND MORE SEARS EASY TO FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.
AND STILL MORE SEARS EASY TO FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.
The closest I got to using the sears toy roto tiller was getting it started up for about 2 seconds and then shut down. Once it started and stopped, that usually is a sign that the piece of equipment will eventually start. Not with this particular piece of equipment. Instead I spent the next two hours grinding up the ground with with various rakes, hoes and pics.
After which we dropped in green peas and beans.
I'll post a follow up picture if something actually grows.
I'll post a follow up picture if something actually grows.
My fingers are still a bit numb from first pulling the roto tiller cord at least a hundred times, and then from having to use the rake and various hoes to grind up the piece of earth. Instead of the one hour project it should have been, it took me 3-4 hours.
How come the smaller, more portable equipment made for the elderly are tougher to start? How come the big powerful garden equipment starts right up, but the small stuff made for those that just want it to work for small projects, require one to work 10 times harder to get it to start. Shouldn't it be the opposite? Shouldn't the smaller, lighter equipment made for the elderly be easier to start, and the equipment made for the six foot two, 250 pound guy be the equipment that requires a more manly effort to start?
I'm really offended that Sears ever put this pile of junk on the market. I remember my dad struggling to get this thing started in past years and I would rush out to help him so he wouldn't get a heart attack. Eventually he actually went back to that big oversized roto-tiller he used to use when he was a younger man.
Not only did the roto-tiller first steal half of my afternoon, plus the other half going towards actually using real garden tools to work the land, I had to unclog the kitchen sink disposal as well.
Once again dad had come through by purchasing a snake. Between unclogging the kitchen sink disposal and roto tilling the plot of land, five hours went by. It was so late in the day that I barely had to time to write out this month's bills. I then had to drive half an hour each way to mail several credit card bills so that arrive nice and early.
Between the Sears crap roto-tiller product, snaking the kitchen sink disposal, and paying and mailing my bills, I no time to protest today, oh the irony.
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