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SPRING SPRINGS AGAIN

When the morning sun hits the asphalt, and you stagger zombie-like to the shed after a sun-free and wind-in-yer-face-less dark winter, spring juices welling up under your hairdo, to drag your trusty Milwaukee tractor from under the camel hair blanket, fill her up with a drop of well-aged gas from that rusty canteen, hop on, put on the freshly laundered helmet, push the button, and ... nnnzzzttppphhtt, nnnnzzztpphhtt ... nothing. Holy ---- ! Burnt piston? Someone stole the engine? Squirrel in the carb? Or could it just be, that you somehow just plain forgot to plug in that trickle charger over the winter in your hibernation stupor?
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