So it snowed, a lot: yay. The snowblower started, but it wasn’t throwing much snow, so something was wrong. I cleared some of the snow out of the front and the chute, but that wasn’t the problem.
I discovered that the left-hand side auger had become detached from the axle, and it wasn’t spinning when I engaged the throttle, but spun effortlessly around the axle when I tapped it with the convenient shovel that is attached to the Ariens machine.
I tried to clean up the driveway with the machine at 50% capacity, but all I managed to do was pile up snow in front of the left side of the bucket. This wasn’t working, and I was about ready to break out the shovel, when Shelly arrived with her (even larger) Ariens snowblower.
As much as I enjoy cleaning the shared driveway “dueling banjos” style with Shelly, my pride will not let me do anything less than half the work. Now I needed to fix my half-assed snowblower as soon as possible, or Shelly would have cleaned the whole driveway herself.
My first thought was to just bend a piece of wire into an erstaz cotter pin, so I raced into the house in a frantic attempt to find a suitable piece, throwing snow in all directions and asking Arah to help me find some pliers. While I was imagining needle-nose pliers, she arrived with channel locks and a surgical clamp. “Fine, I can work with this,” I thought, but I was unable to find any wire beyond twist ties, which might have lasted for one, maybe two rotations of the auger. As I opened and closed various “junk drawers” in the house, I could hear Shelly working up and down the driveway: time’s a-wastin’ – I needed to get that machine back to full strength ASAP.
“A bolt and a nut!” I shouted, certain that I could find a similar replacement part in my stores…
Then I remembered my workbench was in a disordered pile of boxes in the attic, not yet recovered from the basement remodel. This additional setback caused a litany of self-recrimination on my part: why wasn’t I more organized, why didn’t I maintain my tools better, why didn’t I ever get a break? Arah tolerated this pity party with a smile: maybe she knew that I would triumph despite my pessimism?
Call it luck, deus ex machina, kismet, whatever: the very first thing I saw as I raged about the attic was a little plastic bag with two of the exact shear bolts and nuts that had somehow fallen out of the machine. Thank you Ariens Replacement Part Gods for providing this often-lost fastener. I subsequently learned that this specific set appears in the #1 spot on most online catalogs of snowblower parts.
The shear bolt and nut in question, with quarter to scale. This is the new one: the lost one will probably flow out of the driveway into the Rain Garden.
A couple of socket wrenches and a little bit more swearing, and the auger was reattached to the axle. I was back in business. I didn’t quite get 50% the driveway done, but I changed my “Did Not Start” status to a “Second Place” showing: I can live with that.
In reflection I realize again that I’m not really a gear-head. I have some aptitude for fixing things, as well as some experience, but I really don’t enjoy the process. I perform repairs out of necessity or desperation, and I seldom feel satisfied with the results of my labor. Maybe too much technical problem solving has exhausted the part of my brain that enjoys tinkering, or perhaps I’m still too much of a perfectionist to enjoy breaking things and then fixing them.
Regardless, the snowblower is repaired. Time will prove my legit gearheadedness if I manage to drain the oil, the gasoline, and perform other post-season tasks on the machine this Spring. I’ve had enough of the snow already: how about you?