Woodsie

FRIEND OR FOE: The Snow Blower

OK, time to face my enemy, the snow blower. My husband walks me out to the barn for a quick tour of his little snow Hummer.

"This switch turns it on, this switch gases it up. This is the choke. Hold down this handle to move it forward, use this handle to direct the chute that ejects the snow," he intones like an audio instruction manual. "Roger?" says he. Who's Roger?," say I.

I am clothed in head gear, snow gear and foot gear. Nothing is going to come between me and my snow blower. I step behind the machine. I squeeze the handle bar. I step behind the machine. I squeeze the handle bar. "Practice makes perfect," I am told.

"Fire up the engine!," I command. In less than 30 seconds, I'm an inch away from the barn wall before I can shut the thing down. The experience is similar to the time my husband took me to a driving range and handed me a left-handed club. Funny to him. Not funny to me.

For the record, I did not move one cubic inch of snow with that blower. If you ask me, a shovel in hand is worth two blowers in the barn. However, if you must, our Snapper works like a charm for those charmed enough to know how to drive it!