When I was a kid, I used to think ride-on lawnmowers were awesome. Every time I saw one on TV, I would get jealous and wish I had one.
And now, at the age of 34, I find myself living the dream in Gaspereau Forks, New Brunswick.
Say hello to The Big Iron.
Be sure to do lots of night-time grass cutting too. Big Iron has headlights, so it’s not a problem.
if I were a ride-on lawnmower, would you take my picture?
Turn on the hi-beams and we’ll ride all night.
*hahhaaa* I can see you looking like an old man in your mesh hat and plaid jacket riding around on that beautiful machine…It’s quite impressive…something about a revved up engine that can drive a lady crazy….
I’ve got a cow-gurl hat…Can I take it for a test drive?
Country Life is Nice!!
6 speeds of power, manual reverse and a cupholder for your beer. What more could you want?
This is fucking retarded. I hope it’s borrowed. It looks brand new.
I hope that shit is calibrated.
It seems that J. has invented the perfect blog comment. You can use it in any context and it will always make almost–but not quite–make some semblance of sense.
…I mean, calibrate that shit, yo.