Feast or Famine, right?

For the last 5 years I have been wanting a Riding Lawnmower and The Wifely Unit kept shooting me down.

All at once it’s OK for me to get one because she finally figured out that her Dad can’t do it anymore and there isn’t anyone else available, except me, of course and I literally can’t walk behind a self propelled mower to cut the grass on a quarter of an acre of lawn that is on a hill with two levels anymore.

I wouldn’t last five minutes.

If you have been following along with my adventures and the absolutely crazy generosity of some folks, you will know that I now have not one, but two, John Deere riding lawnmowers outside.

One I got running and it works, the other has the engine torn apart but is otherwise good condition.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the little trailer that my buddy gave me too.

So Plan A was for me to get one running, fix the trailer and then drag the thing 75 miles back and forth to the Father In Laws as needed.

Plan B was to fix both of the things and then take one over there to leave and use as needed.

Plan C was Plan A with a twist.

Fix one and drag it back and forth and turn the other one into a Yard Dog tractor.

I guess that means as of today, I am on Plan D.

I was talking to some guy at work about riding mowers and he asked me if I wanted to buy that one.

For $150.

He said his wife told him to go buy a new one.

He has 5 acres and doesn’t like to mess with them.

He has a Husquvarna rider also but the crank is snapped on that one and I don’t want anything to do with that.

He says it still has a good seat on it and he is going to give that to me.

This one ran last Summer and he parked it when he got the new one.

It even came with two brand new blades still in the plastic.

It needs a battery right out of the gate but not only did it come with the plastic tote style double bagger set up, it even has a key!

No WAY!

Hell that Bagger set up is worth what I paid for the whole show.

The thing looks to be in pretty good shape so I am hoping it won’t take much to get it going.

When I get it up to snuff I am dragging it over to the Father In Law’s place and dumping it off.

That would be a huge problem taken care of and would take the pressure off of me having to thrash that motor back together or drag the one back and forth all the time.

Now I will be able to take my time.

I may still just swap the engine that runs on to the the better mower and go from there.

I has possibilities now.

Thank you Jesus, what a heck of a deal and a huge break my way that I really needed.

Update;

Nope, The Wife freaked out.

Says her dad absolutely won’t allow a riding lawnmower to sit around anywhere.

He has a basically empty garage, a quarter of an acre with two sheds on it and nope.

She still wants me to drag a fucking lawnmower back and forth 75 fucking miles every time he needs his damn lawn mowed.

Fuck me.

Looks like I either fix and use this one or sell the fucker.

Somehow this whole deal sounds a bit unreasonable to me.

Maybe I’ll wait and see who jumps up and volunteers to mow that yard before I do anything else.

I would most certainly do business here.