A few blogs ago, I wrote about our new Honda mower, which is still running strong. I’m only writing about mowers again because I came across an old photograph of the first lawnmower we bought after my wife and I got married. The thing was sparse, ugly and it was the perfect lawnmower. I must have loved it to photograph it. That’s hardly normal.
I cannot remember the name decaled on the gray deck; I tried to read it in the grainy pic – Grass Kicker or something like that. The mower had an attitude, cost only $39 and ran like a striped-assed ape for 9 years without a single problem. That’s like 300 dog years. Unlike our new Honda, which requires medium-grade fuel, all I ever did was pour low-grade gas into this mower and it ran and ran and ran. I never changed the air filter, sharpened the blade or treated it with kindness. I abused it. It took everything I dished out like Chuck Norris and mowed down every blade of grass.
I finally sold the old soldier at a yard sale for $18. Somewhere out there, it is probably still cutting grass. I miss it too. Especially when I am required to maintain our Honda as if it were a Formula One car.
