I was in need of a chainsaw years ago and was tired of renting equipment from Home Depot or other hardware stores. I was at a point where I could afford just going out to buy a chainsaw and there was enough responsibilities in my life where such a tool now would be needed.
So, I scoured Amazon for one and chose based on a design/colorway I liked – instead of going to the old reliable brands like Stihl, Echo or Husqvarna.
I bought this one:
After I assembled it, I said to myself “Hell yeah – this is a MAN’S chainsaw!” I loved the black and yellow and orange. It just fit with the aesthetic of my truck. It was awesome. I got to working with it as soon as it was fueled up.
But as time went on though, I began to fear this thing. It was like….over-engineered. Like….REALLY over-engineered. I felt like the engine in it was tuned for drag racing instead of – you know – cutting stuff.
I looked at my past projects with it and I was shocked to see the short work it made of cutting things.
But it wasn’t just that it made short work of them – it was the power behind it. This chainsaw just didn’t cut. There was this bloodthirsty sense behind its roar and I could feel it every time my hand pressed the throttle.
I respectfully drained the fuel from it and it sits in a well ventilated corner of my shed.
But I still needed a chainsaw as my responsibilities around the house necessitated it. This time, I looked on Amazon for a less edgier, more colorful design.
I ended up with this.
I liked the colors, I thought that the shade of green and orange gave the aura of being approachable, easy to use…friendly. These are the NFL’s Miami Dolphins colors and when I’m watching a game with them – my mind looks at their uniform colors and “fear” is not the first emotion that registers.
I felt like my decision was a good one when I assembled it:
Was it a friendlier, cheery experience compared to the prior chainsaw?
Did it quell any remote back-of-my-mind fear for my life?
The answer to both questions was a resounding NO.
In fact, this chainsaw was even scarier than the first. The engine produced so much power that the unit would shake in my hands.
And I swear, all I had to do was touch it and the engine would rev.
And when I triggered the throttle? The growl was primeval. Like an ancient diety that I had awakened and it wanted revenge on the world, or something like that.
This unit has also been drained of its fuel and sits in a different corner of my shed, well ventilated, out of an abounding respect for its ferocity.
I did think about just getting a 271Farmboss as that was what I should have gotten in the first place instead of being cheap and colorway obsessed.
But in the end, I have a battery unit – a very competent battery unit, I should add. They are not bad and – in many ways – they are friendlier.
Things being friendly are important to me.
Especially if they spin around really fast and have sharp edges.
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