. . . and that's MOW money
I think the gods didn't want me to cut my grass this weekend. Saturday, I did not have to run, so I laid around some, drank coffee, and farted around on the computer. About the time I was going out to cut the grass, the clouds opened up and it rained like a cow pissing on a flat rock.
Then today, I had to run 18 miles. After that little chore, I went out to mow and I couldn't get the lawn mower started. I have had good luck with Lawn Boys until this mower. This mower is only about 3 years old and the deck is falling apart. I have had to make parts to keep it in service. I did some troubleshooting and discovered there was no spark. Now days, mowers don't have points and a condenser, they have some kind of circuit board. I was tired of dicking around with this piece of crap, so Barbara drove me to Lowes and I bought a brand new Troy Bilt.
Now the yard is freshly cut and all is well. With a whole cutting season ahead of me, I did not want to have to nurse the old mower along. I want to start it up and get busy cutting grass. The old mower is on the curb. I am laying 10 to 1 odds it is gone before the trash man comes Tuesday morning.
Nothing like a new lawn mower to give the testosterone level a kick in the butt.
Until the next time
John Strain