Death of a snowblower

The day began auspiciously with 8 inches of new snow when I started my old Honda snowblower and that true joy lasted a few more minutes until my 31 year old machine literally died, well surrounded by my own hands. 

It had worked faithfully and reliably for so many years that I felt that it was about time the old blower could finally catch its final breath and get some well deserve rest and let its soul go back to Japan. 

I immediately drove to Home Depot to shop for a replacement, but didn’t like the season’s left-over machines that I saw there, so I finished clearing up my snow by hand with my shovel. 

I might go back to a genuine Honda, because I’m sure it might last me until I blow-up my own engine and probably beyond...