Thanksgiving day. While my family was gathered in my dining room, imbibing spirits and making merry, I was in the shed disassembling the carburetor on my snowblower, reeking of petroleum as rivers of gasoline flowed under my jacket cuffs and saturated me to the elbows. Here’s what happened, and here’s how to avoid it.
Recently, I’ve become the owner of my first boat, a used pontoon with a two-stroke outboard motor. I’ve been dreaming of fishing with my buddies out on the St. Louis River on a calm, crisp summer morning.