I had a plan, being as it is over 100’s everyday of the week, it is impossible to mow the grass without passing out. So my plan was this; I would get up on a Saturday morning at 7am hop on my trusty snapper mower and cut come grass as I rocked out to my IPOD with enormous earphones. I look like DJ PhLY on a mower. I find if I crank out to some rock-N-tunes the mower seems to go a little faster and I can cut the grass with more power and aggression. I sing my heart out because if I can’t hear myself over the engine roaring who else can? (Jackie has since informed me that everyone can hear me). So this morning I was 90% done when all of a sudden I could smell burning grass, I looked behind me and there was a trail of smoldering freshly cut grass behind me. Smoke pouring out from under the engine and blade. I was never shown how to stop, drop, tuck and roll from a flaming lawn mower with a custom gator blade that can cut through steel! So I slam her into park, disengage the blade and ran for my life thinking she is going to blow! I did all this for dramatic effect because in my ears a soundtrack of movie stunt per portions was playing and I just went with it.

No, it did not blow, and I hit pause and came back to reality. I went and got the push mower. But for 15 sec Nicholas Cage had nothing on me.