In spite of the fact that we have something of a collection of string trimmers, this evening I had an experience that I cannot recall ever occurring before.
Running around the yard cleaning up stray grass and weeds it happened, I caught a whiff of two-stroke, and in my mind I was instantly transported back to scenes of white, and wind and the whine of the Kawasaki twin.
The scene didn't last long, but it was a magic moment.
One more reason why I like string trimmers.