Well. . . It's time to split the Cub and put a new clutch in. As this is my first split I didn't have all the tools needed anymore (thanks Ex-wife) So Dad and I run to Harbor freight to pick up a two ton shop crane to roll the front end away. We grab some other stuff. You know, because it's a tool store. We tell the cashier what we need and she calls a manger for the sku number, types it in and says the manager will bring it right out. Okay no problem. The manager wheels the thing out to our trailer and the whole time acting ------ that she was bothered to do her job. So we get in the jeep and check our reciept. Instead of charging us 225.00 she gave the cashier a sku number for a fifty dollar cutter or something. So, we set there debating to on whether to go back in and fix it. And decide to go back in so a cashier doesn't get fired or something. As we walk in the door the manager is still there and is real pissy "Oh, did you forget something." "Nope" dad and I reply in unison as we turn back around and leave. Long story short the difference in price damn near paid for the clutch kit.