Our poor lawn hasn't been mowed for 2 weeks now. The first week due to the fact that we were on vacation. This past week because the mower wouldn't start. Over the past month, we noticed that each time we started the mower it took longer for the engine to actually turnover, therefore we came to the logical conclusion that it needed a new battery. Jamie quickly volunteered to go to his favorite store (Lowe's) and buy a new battery. He then quickly volunteered me to put it in the mower. I, feeling like I have decent mechanical abilities was willing to give it the old college try. So, armed with tools, a new battery and Bryce, I set off to the shed and our awaiting immobile mower.
10 minutes later and lots of WD 40 to undo very corroded contacts, Bryce and I were able to take out the old and put in the new. I then had Bryce sit down, turn the key and...silence. With four children most days all I pray for is silence. But when it comes to anything mechanical, that is the last sound I want to hear.
Once Jamie came home, we brainstormed on what else could be causing the sound of silence. Jamie spent a few hours researching the Internet and decides it has something to do with the circuitry and therefore can't handle himself so he finally succumbs to calling a repairman.
Fast forward to a few hours ago. Mr. Mower (name has been changed to protect the innocent) came I show him the mower, which Bryce had graciously pushed into the garage, and leave him to his magic. Less than 2 minutes later I hear the beautiful sound of a lawn mower starting up. Of course I run out to the garage to see what in the world he did. To my dismay, all he did was tighten up the battery contacts. That folks, was a hard $96 lesson learned.
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