The riding lawnmower I purchased from one of Craig's friends for a whopping $250.00 turned out to be a real lemon. It did last about 5 years, but it was a constant battle with the drive belt. Then this spring, it wouldn't even start, although it was the fault of field mice that built a huge nest inside the engine. I spent an entire day dis-assembling the mower, stripping down all the covers so I could get the nest out. Finally, I got it started, and all was well, except for the drive belt, so after mowing all day, and just about being finished, the engine started acting up again. I then decided it had one more chance, and only one. If it quit again for any reason, it was history. It started cutting in and out, so before it quit altogether, I decided I was going to drive it into the big ravine about 25 yards from the cabin. I put it in high gear, opened the throttle, aimed for the ravine, and prepared myself to eject when the mower went over. No such luck. It died about 2 feet from the ravine. So after a few choice words, I decided to take some of the new parts I had installed from the mower. Just then I hear the nastiest words I have ever heard from herself, cursing that damm mower. I then realized that sounded just like what I had said, and just had to laugh. We both laughed, left the mower sitting, and went back to the cabin.
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That's a great story. I can only imagine your face upon hearing the words from our pure mother. (I'm sure she enjoyed saying them, also!)
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