Our mini excavator has found the heat of the last couple days not to its liking, and while scraping out the spoils for the large bunker fronting the 17th green... it died. Seems like a fuel pump related problem. In any event, some warning signal kept screeching too, the damn thing sounded like a McDonald's frier... telling us the French Fries were ready... or as they call them here... Fritki.
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Tony Ristola
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