I’ve been thinking . . if we lived in town, someone would probably have taken this lawn mower by now. When Vince went to bed, I would sneak outside, put the hood down, put a cup in the cup holder and make it look like it had been recently used and, if we’re lucky, some thief would come by and snag it. My luck, they’d bring it back.
How many victory laps has Vince taken on this mower. The first, or was it the second or third, was when Chad and Nicole were here.
It’s kind of a hobby for him. He refuses to let that mower get the best of him. First it was the transmission. He rebuilt it and got it working. Then a belt broke and it was a belt behind a pully or something and he couldn’t get that out and finally with the help of a friend, they got that out. Put it back together and some other belt broke. Fixed that and now he thinks it’s a fuse. He bought a new fuse at lunch today. Once he gets it fixed, he’ll probably take it to the dump so he never has to see it again.
Yesterday he came around the house again, arms up in the air, smiling . . it was fixed! I didn’t even get up to get a picture but once he was cutting the grass, I took a picture through the window. He made a few passes through the orchard, and then he cut out back between the shop and implement shed and then .. quiet! I new there was an issue.
There it sits again . . different location . . different problem. Vince is actually enjoying the challenge and getting to tinker with something that it doesn’t really matter if it gets fixed or not. He probably wishes it was a bit cooler and the mosquitoes weren’t quite so bad but . . it’s July in Texas and we’re blooming where we’re planted! 🙂