I had a hell of a time typing the last few out last night coz I was still laughing my arse off remembering the last story.
Anyway as you might have guessed my old man is a terminal tight arse and I remember an incident in the 70's when I was still in short pants.
The Scott bonnar saga.
Dad had somewhere along the line aquired 2 of these green monsters, reel mowers must have been trendy for him to buy 2 of em but he did and was forever telling everyone how great they were so one day he got roped into doing a demo a few houses down.
All is well in this near show garden until the owner takes control, gets the hang of the self propulsion and the lil lever that starts and stops the reel and is merrily turning his grass into a lawn when he runs over a length of braided steel washing line laying deceptively in the grass.
I was playing with a mate and heard the metallic noise and turned to see the mower winching itself towards some prize gardenias, up and over dislodging the grass catcher and neatly mangling half a garden beds worth of flowery stuff until the mower stalled..........
Dad to this day still talks about what it did to the blades and the drive on the reel and I remember with glee My dad copping shock after shock running beside the thing trying to short the plug to ground with the metal tab to kill the mower lol
