Eversharp Power Equipment

Took my flat snowblower tire to them for repair and while I was there I asked about the tractors they had because they looked and felt more sturdy than the Craftsman I currently have and he gave me a complete rundown answering all of my tractor questions, and even telling me what I should be asking, not just from him, but any vendor selling tractors in great depth. I was burning time waiting for my tire to be fixed, but he cued me into a lot that I didn’t know about my next tractor while i waited.
Most store brands aren’t meant to last 15 – 30 years b/​c they want to buy another one sooner, and I intend on keeping my home that long. When my Craftsman craps out, which because of the name I don’t expect it to be long, I will be heading to Eversharp to get a Simplicity. The benefits of buying from small businesses is the personal touch, and he sold me by taking the time to teach me. I will most definitely be back, Good people. And, while we talked his son brought out my snowblower tire. I support small businesses whenever I can, and whenever the service warrants, and I would suggest them to anyone looking for a tractor, snowblower or any power equipment.

Took my chainsaw in to the good folks at Eversharp for last rites. They were professional, if solemn, during the ceremony. The old guy sitting at the counter who probably doesn’t work there, or anywhere for that matter, even doffed his cap. The main mechanic said a few words: «This’ere saw? Wrong spark plug. Then? Well. Carb re-​build. Uh. Let’s see. Holes in the air filter. Bad. And? Oil. Lots of oil, which ain’t that good, not to mention will get you in some pretty hot water with The Missus when you set’er on the white carpet. The saw. Not The Missus. All tolled? Hunnert fifty.»
Confirming my suspicions, it was suggested that perhaps I could just let Lefty take it out back, you know. Put ‘er down. Miz Polly, up at the counter, will turn the music up, so’s you don’t hear the shot. Or the death rattle. Would you like a few minutes alone, with the saw? We have some chainsaw grief counselors? No? Okay, well…
Good people. Salt of the earth. Rock steady. No charge. (I tipped the pall-​bearers, which is just common decency.)
We could put you on a brand-spankin’-new Echo, y’need one right now?
I was pretty choked up. I’ll be back, I mumbled, walking away. Bye, old fella. Godspeed.