I glanced across the highway yesterday afternoon watching the neighbor's grandson mowing the front field on a non-Deere riding mower. Grandpa mowed the first two laps and then turned the reins over to the youngster. After a few more laps, the mower was off and the kid was walking to the house. Fast forward a few minutes, Grandpa and the kid are in Grandpa's pick-up truck with a fuel can. I'll kid the grandpa about this the next time that we visit; In my day, the walk of shame for an out-of-fuel incident resulted in me performing the "pack mule of shame" with the fuel can to get mower underway again.
It was hot and humid yesterday, will be for the next few days. We didn't have a pick-up on this property the first 25 years or so that I began helping here.
My, how times have changed...