It don’t matter if the Wife likes it or not after a certain point and I reached that point yesterday.
We have been slowly circling each other looking for a weakness for over a year now where this lawn mowing bullshit is concerned.
I kept telling her that pushing that lawnmower is killing me, I’m getting old dammit.
Every time I brought up getting either a small riding mower or a self propelled unit the excuses why we didn’t need one would flow like water.
I noticed last year that I just don’t have the stamina anymore. I would make a couple of laps with the fucker and have to stop and take a break.
Yesterday I had to stop 5 times and it ain’t that big of a yard. Who’da thunk maybe there is a certain amount of COPD going on after smoking for 50 fucking years eh?
Well that was enough for me.
I hit Craigslist and started looking.
There were plenty to choose from depending on how much you wanted to spend.
I figure a self propelled would be enough for now, nothing too fancy, just something I didn’t have to fucking push anymore. The Kid has a life and he ain’t never home anymore so it’s up to me and me says we is getting something.
I found a Troy-Bilt self propelled, 3 option with a bagger for $120.
New they are anywhere from $265 to $450 depending on how much you like to get yer ass gaped.
$120 I can do, $450 ain’t happening.
I went and looked at it, the thing started on the first pull as advertised, had a replacement rear wheel thrown in because one was flopping around and did see the thing pull its self across a level lawn.
Take note of that last sentence.
I paid for it, the guy helped me load it up, I brought it home and had to unload the fucker by myself and decided to give a bath, throw that wheel on the back and give it a little tryout on the lawn here.
Yeah, about that self propelled part.
Not so much on anything other than flat, level ground.
I took the cover off and see the belt could stand replacing. No big surprise to me but it was all the ammo The Wifely Unit needed to toss a salvo into my wheelhouse.
“You shouldn’t have bought that thing without trying it first”, “It’s a piece of shit if you have to fix it before you can use it,” yadda yadda, fucking yadda.
The same as it ever was.
What the fuck ever.
It’s a used piece of equipment dear and belts are a normal wear/maintenance item that have to be replaced occasionally.
Apparently some things are beyond their comprehension.
10 minutes on the internets, one phone call, one five minute drive and $11 later, I have a new belt.
She is going to her sisters to watch movies, I am going to change that drive belt and then I am going to change the oil just because and it will be a done deal.
It’s like I told her several times.
If I’m the motherfucker that has to mow that fucking lawn then I am going to get whatever the fuck I want to help me get it done without killing myself.
When you get off the couch and start mowing the lawn then you might have a say in the matter.
Until that happens, this is where the bear shits in the woods honey.