Carrie drove the mower into the horse trailer Tuesday. The dealership in Appomattox quoted $60 for new blades and ours were dinged to dullness. I asked why we couldn't use the flatbed trailer we'd bought and never used, but she was the driver.
It was a pleasant drive.
I was surprised by the quality cell signal I got on the way. We attended a 10 minute virtual meeting with Shane's 4th grade teacher without issue.
The mower shifted more than we thought we arrived at the dealership. It rubbed off some of the rubber on the wall, so we decided to use the hay bags as buffers on the way home.
"I'll back it off. The trailer's a trade-in," Carrie said.
"I jinxed it!" Carrie was dismayed.
The mower barely paused coming off, but the the bottom of the deck caught. It broke rivets and the weld.
The mechanic with us was kind enough to grab a hammer and some screws.
He did exactly what I would have done....if I had any tools. I didn't and he was faster, anyway.
The mechanic attached the strips and came back with the mower.
"They're changed already?" Carrie asked.
"Yup. I didn't do it!" he laughed.
The cub cadet dealership felt like visiting a compact, super-efficient car dealership. There was no downtime. We would have had a little if not for the trailer repairs, but as it was I felt like we'd just arrived.
Our next problem was finding diesel. Apparently, people in Appomattox don't drive diesel. We checked at least four gas stations in town with no luck.
The gas light came on as we finally pulled into a station on the road home!
We parked the trailer on a decline we got home. Carrie kept her foot on the deck pedal and the mower unloaded impact free. It ran rough, sputtering and coughing. "Not after we just left the dealership!"
Carrie drove it around a bit and things sorted themselves out.
Of course, now she had to mow.
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