Picture this:
Rain is coming. Son is at his aunts house to get her grass mowed before the rain hits. Husband is trying to get our yard mowed before the rain hits I see what I have to do...I'm gonna mow. Please understand I am not stranger to the mowing. I have done it for years it's just since I have a son that mows I haven't had to as much and the husband had purchased a new lawn mower.
I started out pushing the mower and thought wow...I'm not sure I like this it is really hard to push it must be really heavy duty. I come around for a second time only to look up and see the husband shaking his head. I got to him, motioned for me to stop and verily...I did.
Honey, do you understand that this is a self propelled lawn mower. Long story short: No. So he shows me the little switch and away we go. Have you ever mowed with a self propelled mower? It's kind of like being used to walking a gerbil and then somebody handing you a Great Dane that has seen a cat. I attempt to tame the beast a few times around the yard only to look up and again see my betrothed staring at me half laughing half frustrated. I again get the symbol to stop.
Sweetheart. You have to use the torque to your advantage and you need to make sure that the two front wheels stay on the ground. "Use the torque". What now? He said it as if I would have a clue of what he spoke. I then proceeded to mow the rest of the front yard being manhandled by a runaway mower all while singing a variation of a selection from the Hello Dolly play entitled Don't put your hand in there.
The yard kind of looked mowed, kind of looked like a three year old who had given themselves a haircut with safety scissors. I am thankful for my son and his ability to mow.
