I've got this push mower that I've had for seven or eight years. Little green and yellow, hunnert-dollar Wal-Mart special. You've seen a zillion of them. I use it for cutting around trees, in the back yard, and in the ditches where the big mower won't go. It thrives on abuse, and only needs a new spark plug occasionally. Once a year or so, I change the oil and the air filter. It runs good, although it has its little quirks.
The starting procedure is easy. It's got one of those little push-bubble carburetors, and I give it five pushes, then pull the starter cord. It runs for about five seconds, then dies, so I give it two more pushes and pull the cord again. It starts and runs as long as there is gas in the tank. It's been a great little lawn-mower.
Yesterday, I started the derned thing and like always, it ran about five seconds then died. No, problem, I gave the carb two more squirts and pulled the rope. It started and ran, but I realized that I was still holding the short end of the rope in my hand.
It was running, so I tucked the little rubber handle in my pocket and did the mowing I needed to do. If I let it die, that was the end of mowing until I put a new starter rope in it, and I've seen that dragon before. It's a nasty, horrible job that deals with springs and rotating parts and is designed to make me loose my Christianity. Before I'm through with that job, I'll be cussing like a shipwrecked sailor.
Monday, I;ll take that starter mechanism over to Squyres (our local lawnmower shop) and have him put a new starter cord on it. I'll even buy a new air filter, just to show my goodwill.