For about a month Dad was fixated on cleaning up and preparing my mowers for the season. I'm sure in no small part due to his knowledge that I do little to nothing in terms of maintenance on these machines. Why don't I maintain my mowers...part lack of expertise, part lack of time, and a big dose of not caring that much. Due to the inconvenience of working on them at my house (another story for another time) he picked them up a couple weeks ago, took them home and worked them over, and returned them to me a few days later.
On Saturday, since the weather was beautiful I pulled my riding lawnmower out of my garage, engaged the blades and prepared to start mowing. This is where it starts to get interesting...
As I pull forward and turn to go alongside the house, my hands slip off the steering wheel and I darn near run right into the side of the house. WHY YOU ASK??? Because Dad has put so much Armor All on the wheel I can hardly grip it to steer. Of course he had to do it so that the black steering wheel was not outshone by the fresh coat of wax on the shiny green body of my 10 year old Craftsman lawn tractor.
I made sure my grip was secure and I mowed my lawn. Of note, the mower ran as smoothly as it has since I purchased it 10 years ago. I'm in no position to complain about the service from Big Al's Mower Maintenance!
I love this story. I have never met your dad but think that he would get along with my dad very well.
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