Colin
Retired.
- Joined
- Sep 17, 2017
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- Huddersfield.
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Hi,
WOW; 13 January 2018 at 9:30am with the temperature at a scorching 3C with Gale adding a nice chill factor I dared to venture into the garden wrapped up like an Eskimo with heavy tornado proof coat; hat and gloves; I was ready for anything but where's Blackie who never misses an opportunity to give me a good soaking; it's the usual black hole as well.
Bron generously bought me a lovely Hyundai 4hp petrol rotavator for Christmas and I just became fed up waiting for a miracle of dry warm weather to arrive after all it never arrived all during 2017. The rotavator was dry so needed oil and petrol. Yesterday I visited our local car accessory store and bought a litre of good quality engine oil; I already had petrol. First job was to fill with oil; this would be fun because instructions state the rotavator must be standing level; I can't even place a mug of tea level in our steeply sloping garden; I pulled the rotavator out of the hut and propped it roughly level then in the hut I opened the oil container; I placed the oil container on the shelf in the hut whilst I removed the oil filler cap/dipstick and placed a new plastic funnel in the opening; as I say it was a black hole and even darker in the hut; as I picked up the oil container I hadn't realized in the darkness that I had gripped the container a bit too tightly so now oil was running down the container side all over my hand.
A trip into the workshop to collect clean rags and latex gloves; after a wipe around I was back in business and finally the oil was added; filling with petrol was a lot easier. Now for some exercise; I installed a very steep path from the hut into the lower garden avoiding using steps so I dragged the rotavator up the path into the garden; took a deep breath and with the rotavator in tow reached the top of the garden feeling entirely out of breath and also by now I was hot.
I put on my ear defenders and it only took three pulls to get the rotavator to burst into life for the very first time; I was pleasantly surprised by how quiet it was. What a truly ungainly machine this is wanting to fall over all the time; I had taken along a short length of 4" x 4" timber to support the rotavator on and like a fool I dropped this timber onto the ground where it immediately disappeared at speed down the garden; I then lifted the transporting front wheel into it's high position this then allowed the rotavator to sit on its tines. This front wheel at first wouldn't lift until I realized I had to pull against the retaining spring tension then it lifted without further problem.
With the engine running at full speed I then engaged the clutch with a control that felt awkward and clumsy but then all this was new to me; the clutch lever has a small spring clip that needs lifting and resting on the handlebar then the clutch lever can be used. I must confess I didn't expect much by way of performance given how gently and quietly the engine was running but I was amazed as soon as the clutch engaged; the rotavator wanted to run across the top of the garden so it's a good job I had a secure hold of it; the tines quickly buried themselves deeply into the soil I had recently dug over and I made the first pass finding it difficult to control the rotavator but with the first pass made I was most impressed.
I had already dug over to a spades depth removing stones; stumps; roots and other debris so this top area was very soft; I rotavated about half the area then knocked off for a mug of tea and a rest. Back on the job though I was now into the area where it had been lawn and I had dug over large sods; now I was in deep trouble as the rotavator jumped and bounced around wanting to head to the valley bottom; the rotavator simply became too dangerous to use and now I was on a steeper section; I could no longer control the rotavator so had to admit defeat.
This rotavator is brilliant; it's the garden at fault; the main problem was Blackie; after the last year of rain I think it fair to describe the soil as wet; it was not only wet it was very clingy indeed and had turned the tines into a very heavy drum that wasn't tilling it was churning the sods instead. The pictures below show the progress I made and why I could no longer carry on; the soil is too sodden so Blackie still torments me.
I'm completely new to rotavating/tilling using a machine so this has been a very steep learning curve but in spite of the difficulties I've made a lot of progress; I now know the new rotavator works and works well; I also know not to try to rotavate wet soil.
Bringing the rotavator down the garden was easier and near the hut I set about clearing the sticky mess from the tines using a wood stick this being an unpleasant job but no way was I going to put the rotavator away with wet soil and roots attached to it.
I completely forgot how cold it was and the bitterly cold breeze I no longer felt so on the whole I've enjoyed myself this morning and I don't regret having a go; I'm now 70 and am still stupid enough to try anything; I have a friend in his mid fifties who tells me he wants to quit his job where he works in a warehouse saying he has seen so many die at his age; mid fifties and worried about dying? I'm 70 and still grafting; when I die I die but I'll not worry about it; the session this morning was hard graft with quite a bit of frustration but better than sitting on my backside worrying about dying?
I tried to keep away from the laurels in order to avoid hitting roots hence the curved run. What fun I enjoy.
Thanks to my lovely Bron for buying me this toy to play with.
Kind regards, Colin.
WOW; 13 January 2018 at 9:30am with the temperature at a scorching 3C with Gale adding a nice chill factor I dared to venture into the garden wrapped up like an Eskimo with heavy tornado proof coat; hat and gloves; I was ready for anything but where's Blackie who never misses an opportunity to give me a good soaking; it's the usual black hole as well.
Bron generously bought me a lovely Hyundai 4hp petrol rotavator for Christmas and I just became fed up waiting for a miracle of dry warm weather to arrive after all it never arrived all during 2017. The rotavator was dry so needed oil and petrol. Yesterday I visited our local car accessory store and bought a litre of good quality engine oil; I already had petrol. First job was to fill with oil; this would be fun because instructions state the rotavator must be standing level; I can't even place a mug of tea level in our steeply sloping garden; I pulled the rotavator out of the hut and propped it roughly level then in the hut I opened the oil container; I placed the oil container on the shelf in the hut whilst I removed the oil filler cap/dipstick and placed a new plastic funnel in the opening; as I say it was a black hole and even darker in the hut; as I picked up the oil container I hadn't realized in the darkness that I had gripped the container a bit too tightly so now oil was running down the container side all over my hand.
A trip into the workshop to collect clean rags and latex gloves; after a wipe around I was back in business and finally the oil was added; filling with petrol was a lot easier. Now for some exercise; I installed a very steep path from the hut into the lower garden avoiding using steps so I dragged the rotavator up the path into the garden; took a deep breath and with the rotavator in tow reached the top of the garden feeling entirely out of breath and also by now I was hot.
I put on my ear defenders and it only took three pulls to get the rotavator to burst into life for the very first time; I was pleasantly surprised by how quiet it was. What a truly ungainly machine this is wanting to fall over all the time; I had taken along a short length of 4" x 4" timber to support the rotavator on and like a fool I dropped this timber onto the ground where it immediately disappeared at speed down the garden; I then lifted the transporting front wheel into it's high position this then allowed the rotavator to sit on its tines. This front wheel at first wouldn't lift until I realized I had to pull against the retaining spring tension then it lifted without further problem.
With the engine running at full speed I then engaged the clutch with a control that felt awkward and clumsy but then all this was new to me; the clutch lever has a small spring clip that needs lifting and resting on the handlebar then the clutch lever can be used. I must confess I didn't expect much by way of performance given how gently and quietly the engine was running but I was amazed as soon as the clutch engaged; the rotavator wanted to run across the top of the garden so it's a good job I had a secure hold of it; the tines quickly buried themselves deeply into the soil I had recently dug over and I made the first pass finding it difficult to control the rotavator but with the first pass made I was most impressed.
I had already dug over to a spades depth removing stones; stumps; roots and other debris so this top area was very soft; I rotavated about half the area then knocked off for a mug of tea and a rest. Back on the job though I was now into the area where it had been lawn and I had dug over large sods; now I was in deep trouble as the rotavator jumped and bounced around wanting to head to the valley bottom; the rotavator simply became too dangerous to use and now I was on a steeper section; I could no longer control the rotavator so had to admit defeat.
This rotavator is brilliant; it's the garden at fault; the main problem was Blackie; after the last year of rain I think it fair to describe the soil as wet; it was not only wet it was very clingy indeed and had turned the tines into a very heavy drum that wasn't tilling it was churning the sods instead. The pictures below show the progress I made and why I could no longer carry on; the soil is too sodden so Blackie still torments me.
I'm completely new to rotavating/tilling using a machine so this has been a very steep learning curve but in spite of the difficulties I've made a lot of progress; I now know the new rotavator works and works well; I also know not to try to rotavate wet soil.
Bringing the rotavator down the garden was easier and near the hut I set about clearing the sticky mess from the tines using a wood stick this being an unpleasant job but no way was I going to put the rotavator away with wet soil and roots attached to it.
I completely forgot how cold it was and the bitterly cold breeze I no longer felt so on the whole I've enjoyed myself this morning and I don't regret having a go; I'm now 70 and am still stupid enough to try anything; I have a friend in his mid fifties who tells me he wants to quit his job where he works in a warehouse saying he has seen so many die at his age; mid fifties and worried about dying? I'm 70 and still grafting; when I die I die but I'll not worry about it; the session this morning was hard graft with quite a bit of frustration but better than sitting on my backside worrying about dying?
I tried to keep away from the laurels in order to avoid hitting roots hence the curved run. What fun I enjoy.
Thanks to my lovely Bron for buying me this toy to play with.
Kind regards, Colin.
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