Holy Fark!

Look who's back!  Jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick; welcome back, buddy.  I've been wondering about your situation, the way you ghosted the blog, even the other blogs you had going.  How rude!, I'm thinking, quite unlike the genteel protocols of The Institute.  But then I'm wondering, maybe Brother Beantown fell on hard times, landed in jail, is in the hospital, or even dead.  Could be anything, really, and I was still working on an (in)appropriate post mocking and/or impugning you and your person, your job, your taste in music; the list goes on.  Even worse, maybe you had your fill of the mutterings of the hapless Midwestern rubes but were too polite to say so.  But I digress.  Good to see you back; it's like you never left.

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It's been a long time since I worked on any carbs but I don't think it's the ethanol clogging the jets, especially if it's an older unit.  All the jets I've seen have been brass, which is impervious to such solvents.  Ethanol is notorious for dissolving hoses and gaskets and the resultant gunk is what is causing the problem.  That's purely my conjecture; there should be a competent small engine mechanic in your area who can square you away.  OR, you could check out Chickanic's YouTube channel; she has excellent chainsaw-fu and may have already covered it.

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-5F?  Meh; you get used to it.  It's the wind that makes it brutal.  Funny story: Used to work with a guy, recent emigre from the Soviet Union, who wore this amazing black sable hat/cap/whatever, the kind you see all the Russkis wearing in the movies.  He'd come into work shivering, talking about how cold it was and I had to smile.  He was from Siberia.

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One final word.  You mentioned "old dogs" a few times.  There is only one Old Dog at the Institute and he be me.  The other members are Beagles and Uncle Ken; please make a note of it.  Yes, you are forgiven.  Thank you for your attention to this matter!  And I've been meaning to ask, "What's a Freet?"