Cool today. Supposed to be much cooler shortly. Rain tomorrow and again early next week. Got some of my leaves blown into a windrow last night before darkness won. Went out today to blow some more and ride the “leaf eraser”. (Bit of disclosure, my yard is about the size of a small city park. Lot of leaves to be had.) Blew out some areas and got the worst of it outlined before heading for the “eraser”.
That thing is a beast of a mower. Way overbuilt is part of why I love it. I’m a guy so the overpowered (compared to most) is nice as well. With a couple of passes it just erases a 2′ high pile of leaves. Designed to cut grass I suppose and so we will just consider that ability a perk of ownership. A perk that saves me about a hundred hours of physical work each fall. Matter’o’fact, I should probably say that it’s “a leaf eraser that also can cut grass”!
As I was headed to it light was fading fast and it was starting to drizzle. Rolling along quicker than normal, I got last night’s windrow done. (Probably going a bit too fast as I looked back at one point and saw two 100′ stripes of dirt. Hmmmm, too much throttle spinning that time, whoopsie.) That part was thick but tonight’s was bigger and thicker. Light was close to gone and twilight setting in as I hit it. Did it a lot faster than normal. Like most commercial equipment over a certain level, the mower seemed happy under load. Abuse that would have broken (or simply shut off) most “commercial” mowers simply made it purr. As it got darker, I went faster. Knowing that it was my last chance for a week saw me curious how it would do. It did well, very well. The more it pushed, the better it responded. The load (given my prior experience with a wide variety of other mowers) became comical. Suddenly the memory of a young lady ihtt another time another place came to mind. In an instant I became a grinning fool fighting a losing battle against the darkness. I just pushed harder.
Once I was told of a young lady I would meet. “She is a 20yo version of a certain star, has hair down to her waist (when down) and is as crazy as you are.” “Can’t wait to meet her.” Accurate description on all counts. Very easy to like her very quickly. Unlike most (even in that environment, though rear echelon) she got the “it”. She knew that we were in a place that has never made sense in any conventional way to anyone there. She got that it is better to die laughing than crying and that ride together/die together had meaning long before it was in a song. She was one you wanted on your team and, as task required, she was always first pick on mine. After all, they were right, she was my type of crazy.
She loved to “got out” and do the type of stuff that I did and I loved having her along. There was always going to be fun afoot with her all at the wheel. She never failed to make me laugh. Her courage was and to ways combined with sly humor and she remains special for one memory if no other. Chickie-poo would spot a potential hazard ahead, immediately have her game on AND be giggling when she called “ambush” on comms. Gotta love that girl.
Thought about her ambush I was hammering that beast tonight and listening to it pull. Powersliding into a wall of leaves, feathering it and getting back on power to plow out another pass in the last minute or two of visibility would crack her up. She would be ticked to hear that I had no time to teach her. And to think that she is probably driving a minivan somewhere now wishing she could t-bone the blocker, what what a shame. Oh well…., got the leaves done and walked away in the dark smiling at the memory.