But, frankly, the old lady doesn't quite cut it anymore (pun intended). I can mow the front and part of the back in one evening, and the rest has to wait until the next night (which is typically not actually the subsequent evening). I happen to have busy evenings so the grass gets longer faster than I'd like it too, particularly when the weather has been as rainy as it's been. So, we come to the second problem of the mower, which is that it doesn't really like cutting long grass.
I mean, it cuts long grass, but it doesn't cut George-long grass. (Some of you may be familiar with the George-hour... the concept is very similar.) And because of this critical deficiency, I made the painful but necessary decision to seek a replacement.
Meet, the Bull. El Toro, the Magnificent.
This beautiful piece of self-propelled machinery galloped across my jungle of a lawn, dragging me behind while indiscriminately gobbling up all the herbage in its path. This was definitely a sight to see. Instead of taking 2+ hours over the course of multiple days, it took me a total of 45 minutes to cut my entire lawn!
I must admit, the decision to replace my Earth-friendly yet cojones-deficient mower with a gas-guzzling grass-eating beast was not an easy one. It took me two years to actually admit I had a problem. I had no choice but to eventually succumb to reality and accept the fact that my needs can only be met at present by the power of combustion. With that acceptance has come a sense of excitement that only comes when a man gets a shiny new toy. For the first time in a long time, I'm looking forward to mowing my lawn!
But I still hold out hope that one day I can return to friendly energy again, preferably in the form of the Bat Mower!
