And then, things went sideways! Halfway through dinner I get a phone call, “Hey Andy, got some problems with my Bobcat and I really need to have it running for tomorrow when the snow moves in!” Mind you, my GAS meter is past empty at this point, but this guy hardly calls, and when he does it’s normally a pretty interesting story, so I play along... “oh yeah, what you got going on?” To which I get a very long, very deep “SIGH” and we’re off to the races!
“Well, it was overheating so I opened the back door, and I found this belt lying besides the battery box, I’m not sure where it goes?”
It’s at this point I’ve already decided I’m not making a service call tonight, no matter how much he’s willing to pay, but I can tell from his tone, there’s more to this story, so I’ll play along some more.
“Yeah, the thin belt, that runs your alternator and cooling fan.” I already know he’s not telling me everything so I continue, “Sounds like the alternator or blower gear drive might have locked up and caused it to throw the belt. I can’t repair either, or get parts to fix it tonight anyways.”
Then, the truth shall set you free....
“Well, might there be other things that cause that, like maybe if it went on it’s side?”
I’m hook, line and sinker, ready to swallow the damn bobber at this point! “Well, if it went on it’s side, I’m sure there’s a host of other problems that would need addressed and I can’t imagine how one could even set one on it’s side to start with?” Yeah, I opened the door.
So the story goes he and his SIL where going over the river, through the woods and across the creek to get firewood. One trip across the creek didn’t sit well and rather than backing straight out, like one normally would, he tried to spin it around and there was a 1 1/2’ drop off, ledge, on the bank, which he’d hooked the right side of the machines wheels on and all he could do was hold on for the slow motion tilt-a-whirl ride! Nice, and ever so gently, it laid over on its side. I guess it took him, and a lot of help, three hours to get it upright and out of the creek.
I advised him it probably wasn’t a good idea to do anything with it the rest of the weekend and we’d look it over next week to assess the damage.
He called me on the way home, “Hey, I got it all back together and it’s running great!”
I’ve got a little Crown Royal left, and a bottle of what’s supposed to be some super duper Irish Whiskey in the freezer to enjoy tonight, while I don’t sleep, and I guess we’ll sort out the pieces next week?