By JLP | June 2, 2008
The other day I changed the spark plug in my nearly-nine-year old Craftsman Trimmer. After I got the plug changed, I pushed on the little primer bulb and all I heard was the sound of air. I reached down to touch the fuel line and it disintegrated in my hand.
I said to myself, “Dangit!”
So, I found my owner’s manual, which I keep in handy a filing cabinet. I found the page with the parts listing and then went on Sears.com to place my order. Since the trimmer was nearly nine years old I decided to go ahead and order all new fuel lines: primer and hose, fuel return line, and the fuel line assembly. Well, only the primer and hose and the fuel assembly line were in the box when it arrived on Friday. The fuel return line was on backorder.
I decided to go ahead and do what I could. I took the trimmer apart and was happy to find that the fuel line assembly was fine and didn’t need to be changed out. BUT,… the fuel return line (which was on backorder) did need to be replaced. All the lines were the same size so I decided to cut the fuel assembly line and use it in place of the fuel return line. Everything was going just fine until I tried to attach the return line to the carburetor. The area where the line was to be attached was too small for my fingers. So, I decided to take the carburetor off in order to get better access. When I did that, the fuel assembly line broke!!!!!!!
The brand new part that I just tore up because I didn’t need it! LOL!
Now I have to buy another fuel assembly line, which will cost another $10 – $20 (I’m not exactly sure how much). This will bring my total cost of fixing up this trimmer to $60. Meanwhile, my grass was growing out of control since the trimmer had been out of commission for two weeks. Not wanting to wait another week, I decided to go ahead and buy a new trimmer and give the old one (after it’s fixed up) to my son since he wants to start doing yard work for our neighbors. It works out nicely: I get a new trimmer and my son gets a free one to help start his business.
I STILL hate trying to fix things.