"Click, click, puff."
After the last soft click...
The vibrations disappeared.
Blue smoke was still slowly dissipating from the exhaust pipe, but the roaring sound had completely disappeared.
Silence returned to the garage.
The only sounds were Su Wei's rapid breathing and the faint noise from the old generator in the corner.
The entire process took no more than three seconds.
Su Wei remained gripping the handlebars, his entire body frozen in the seat.
The backlight on the dashboard flashed twice and then went out completely.
The machine that had just been started up has now turned back into a cold piece of scrap metal.
Chapter 42: Perfectly Made Braised Pork, and an Unexpected Fitness Bonus
The echo faded away.
With a dull thud as the engine shut off, the garage fell completely silent.
Only the smell of unburnt gasoline, mixed with the burnt smell of engine oil from being heated, lingered in the cold air.
This old Polaris snowmobile only gave Su Wei three seconds of fantasy.
Su Wei didn't even twitch an eyebrow.
let go.
get off.
He casually patted the leather seat cushion, which was covered in dust.
"Okay, I guess you have character."
Su Wei turned and walked towards the workbench.
Since it can still make a sound, it means the cylinder block isn't damaged.
Since the engine stalled, it means there's a problem with the fuel system.
He found a Phillips screwdriver and a spark plug socket.
One word.
dismantle.
The protective panel slammed onto the ground with a piercing sound.
The aging pipelines were exposed to the air, and the cylinder heads were covered in sludge.
Su Wei moved swiftly and unscrewed the spark plug.
The electrodes are severely carbonized and wet.
The water tank was flooded.
He used a lighter to heat the electrodes, and the red-hot metal hissed.
Reassemble and tighten.
Su Wei shook his aching arms and gripped the starter rope again.
"Give me another chance."
Exert force.
"Suddenly"
The engine coughed once more before dying again.
He adjusted the choke.
Pull again.
one time.
Two times.
Fifth grade, second semester.
The only sounds in the garage were the friction of the rope snapping back and his increasingly heavy breathing.
The white mist exploded and dissipated in front of me with each breath.
The tenth time.
Su Wei released his grip.
The palms of the gloves are already pilling.
The three-second roar just now was from burning the newly poured-in oil.
The fact that the engine is now off indicates that the jet in the carburetor was already blocked by gum buildup.
Or it could be a leak in the negative pressure pipe.
Or it could be a crankshaft oil seal failure.
Regardless of the type, it requires disassembly, cleaning, and even replacement of parts.
In this garage where the temperature is minus thirty degrees Celsius, forcibly disassembling it will only result in a pile of parts that cannot be put back together.
Moreover, he was actually not very proficient in this area.
Whether it's him as a person or the memories belonging to the original owner.
My knowledge of car repair is almost entirely limited.
He completely lacks the technical skills to actually repair it.
At most, it'll be like before, just a trial.
Su Wei threw the gloves on the workbench.
If it can't be fixed, don't waste your energy.
"You win."
Su Wei patted the cold handlebars.
He carried the remaining half-bucket of gasoline to the corner and stacked it neatly.
Those are considered strategic materials and cannot be used casually.
Turn around.
Open the garage door.
The wind and snow instantly filled my collar.
The snow still hasn't stopped.
Despite the strong wind, Su Wei locked the garage door.
The world was once again divided in two.
He trudged back to the cabin through the ankle-deep snow, each step leaving a deep crater.
Push open the door.
The birchwood in the fireplace was crackling.
A warm, woody scent wafted over, instantly dispelling the chill clinging to my skin.
On the sofa, a ball of white fluff moved slightly.
The Cotton Candy raised its head.
The pair of deep blue fox eyes blinked, seemingly wondering why the two-legged creature had returned empty-handed.
It yawned, revealing its pink gums, and buried its head back into its big tail.
Su Wei took off his down jacket and hung it on the rack.
He warmed his hands in front of the fireplace until his fingertips were no longer stiff.
My stomach suddenly started growling.
It's time to eat.
All that running around just now, plus the cold weather, has used up all the energy I had this morning.
I haven't had lunch yet.
Bad mood?
Then we should eat better.
In this damn wilderness, there's no anxiety that a high-carb meal can't solve.
If so, then add meat.
Su Wei walked into the kitchen and opened the double-door refrigerator.