Ok, I'm not a poetry buff but for some reason decided to spoof the title of a Whitman (?) poem.
I have what I think is a '93 SPI (which just decided to strip a gear) so it is in what the repair manuals call "exploded view". I actually have another Rotax which I was afraid to touch in an ultralight. Now I may be brave enough to tinker - assuming this one runs again someday.
I live in equatorial Brazil so winter isn't a problem. I also live in equatorial Brazil so parts and repair ARE a problem. Less than non-existant. Third world countries are a testament to the indestructability of the internal combustion engine.
So that's me in a nut case. I mean shell. Or do I?
I have what I think is a '93 SPI (which just decided to strip a gear) so it is in what the repair manuals call "exploded view". I actually have another Rotax which I was afraid to touch in an ultralight. Now I may be brave enough to tinker - assuming this one runs again someday.
I live in equatorial Brazil so winter isn't a problem. I also live in equatorial Brazil so parts and repair ARE a problem. Less than non-existant. Third world countries are a testament to the indestructability of the internal combustion engine.
So that's me in a nut case. I mean shell. Or do I?
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