“For the love of all that’s good no . . . no . . . . . . . . no.”
ever been rocked to your core by a tragedy in life? It just happened to me. I was doing one of my favorite things in life
– making a smoothie for me and my bride. Half way through the mixing process I heard something askew.
whined at high RPM as if cutting air and there was no movement in the
glass. A deep sinking feeling grew
within. Lifting the glass from its
cradle confirmed that the drive shaft was broken.
Oster kick-butt blender kicked the bucket. Did I do something wrong? Did I
expect too much? Were the frozen
strawberries the size of swollen golf balls too much? Was the smoothie-a-day pace its
downfall? Confusion, chaos, unanswered
questions . . .
Where do I go from here?
How about a KitchenAid Proline with a concrete crumbling 1 hp motor:)