It never ceases to amaze me what I, as an American, can buy without regulation. This is a 2700 PSI power washer. It'll take off fingers if I'm not careful. It has a gasoline motor that is probably the most reliable I've ever had the pleasure of owning, with the possible exception of the Fuji Heavy Industries four-cylinder in my car. It's a four-stroke, so none of this mixing gas and oil to make it go. I've blasted clean our sidewalks and the secondary driveway. The driveway has a nasty slope, and was becoming covered in Seattle's most native vegetation, moss, making it dangerously slippery on wet Autumn days.
The biggest task was cleaning off the deck chairs from last year. (The deck is next, and it's probably going to be more work.) It took about an hour to clean all four of them. I didn't know they were actually white underneath it all; I'd always assumed they were a grungy grey-green color, and the spots were just a strange sort of camoflage. I thought maybe the previous owners had been militia types, we have bunches of those out here.
When it involves gasoline and danger, men will do anything. Even clean up around the house.
When it involves gasoline and danger, men will do anything. Even clean up around the house.