As a kid and teenager, you could get me to do any job as long as there was a motorized vehicle involved.
With a smile, I’d muck out stables on the racecourse I worked every summer if I could drive to them in the Mule. If you had a ride-on lawnmower, I’d be tempted to pay you to let me cut your grass. Hell, if you had a power-assisted push mower, I’d cut your grass for free. For context, my family’s mower’s power-assistance drive broke and was never fixed because it “Built character,” apparently.
