We tried to pressure-wash our roof again this weekend.
Last weekend, the pressure washer wouldn't start. So I called my
brother (who moved to Arizona, the fkr), and had him on speaker phone to
figure out the engine. He determined last weekend that the engine had
flooded (after much troubleshooting), so he said let it sit for a bit and to
call him before we tried starting it again. So we called him, woke him
up (sorry!), and he got it started. He's a genius with engines.
Seven hours later, Galahad the perfectionist finished the roof.
=)
At that point, he was too exhausted to go out as we had planned, thankfully
as I was beat, too. I was on ground detail. I had to throw
bottles of water up to him periodically, check the fuel level, and move the
200 pound machine around so the hose would reach various spots on the roof.
Obviously my job wasn't as tricky, but it still wore me out. Plus I
got filthy.
:p
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