Proof Positive...

06/07/2011

Here it is, proof positive!  I should never be allowed near anything mechanical in nature.  I have written of this many times.  My travails with machinery and all things mechanical continue, and I accept I am completely inept.  Hell, it took my most of my life to remember “right tighty, lefty loosey,” and don’t even mention phillips head.

One would think after owning the damn machine for three years, one might accumulate a level of competence with its operation.  One might be invariably wrong if they are considering me as the operator.  I will be lucky if it lasts the whole of this grass cutting season at this rate.

The photo isn’t the greatest, but that’s iPhone for you.  I think you can extract from this the mower is at a 45 degree angle having slid over the embankment.  I was fine, but must admit my life, such as it is, flashed before my eyes in totality as I just knew my ass was in deep do-do.  Fortunately the mower has both a roll bar and a seat belt, most likely put there because Cub Cadet realized it had provided this contraption to an idiot.

This puppy is a major investment.  The cost of it and the repairs I have had to have made, you know I won’t attempt any repair of it again given my first attempt ended up costing $1100.00 to undo what I did, now total almost $10,000.

Thank God, I make my money with my mouth and not my brain.

And that is all I have to say about that…