Anyway, back to the mower.
If the new, younger, fancier mower was so good, why did I regret selling the old one?
Well to cut a long story short the old mower used to break down every week and I would have to mend it. The new one only broke down once, but it was one of those fucking printed circuit, fly-by-wire, computer controlled, ecu based bastard issues and I couldn't mend it.
Oh I tried, if you can call paying a 7 year old "mechanic" who wore spotless biege trousers and a condicending smirk good money to plug his lap top into it and shake his head trying that is.
Options exhausted, there was nothing for it but to consign my young, sexy, one breakdown and it's game over mower to the scrapheap, where she still sits with her plastic gleaming, ready to pollute the planet for another thousand years instead of quietly rotting away like any other self-respecting implement.
Over the next decade I had a succession of mowers with varying degrees of success, some were OK, some were crap but I vowed that one day... As God was my witness one day I would own another hydrostatic Hayter with a 16 HP Briggs & Stratton v twin engine.
Well folks, that day has arrived.
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