Hateful hateful hateful Motor. It's got to be cursed. :facepalm::facepalm::facepalm:
So I messed around with the coils and found corrosion and dirt on connectors and the ground. Now have good, strong spark on all four plugs. So I mount it back on the truck rack, put the muffs on, ready to fire this bad boy. Cranking and cranking, not starting. Pulled the plugs out and didn't see a whole lot of gas. I decided to put some fuel in the cylinders thinking that it may need a prime. It's been sitting for a long time. Turn the key, cranking. Then a little cough.
Turned the key again another cough. A bigger one. Turned the key again, she fired up. But it took off. Sounded like she was full song. Turned the key off, nothing. Still howling. I'm not sure how fast it was turning but it was high. I was freaking out. No effect from the key. I never thought of the Lanyard. I pulled the gas line off, unplugged the wiring harness. I was in full panic mode. By the time it finally quit, which seemed an eternity, it was so hot to touch. And to boot, she barely pumped any water. I guess I have a clog somewhere. I don't know if anything got hurt besides my feelings, or not. I brought it back in, put it on the stand and walked away. Cussing words I don't think I ever heard before. I think I might paint it dark red and glue horns on this thing. It's evil. Evil and hateful. I've been at my pity party since. :facepalm:
Hateful.
