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It was a hot Tuesday in July. I had a brisket smoking on the grill. The smell of oak wood was heavy in the air. I looked at my lawn. It was a mess. The grass was high. I went to start my zero-turn. Nothing. The tank was bone dry. I looked at the gas […]

I remember a hot Saturday last July. It was about 90 degrees. The humidity was high. I was in my backyard in Georgia. The grass was tall. It looked messy. I pulled the cord on my mower. Nothing happened. I pulled again. Still nothing. Sweat ran down my face. I smelled gas. It was old

      How to start lawnmower after winter problems starts with understanding why your mower won’t start. Spring is here. The birds are singing. The grass is growing fast. The walk leads to the shed. Everything feels ready for cutting. A hand grabs the handle. The cord gets pulled. Nothing happens. You pull again.

I still remember the first time I tried to change a lawnmower blade. It was a hot July day in Georgia. The humidity was thick enough to chew on. My old push mower had hit a hidden tree root. The cut was bad. The grass looked torn, not sliced. I dragged the mower out to

I still remember the first time I killed a mower. It was a hot July day in Georgia. The humidity was thick enough to chew on. I was trying to cut tall fescue in the heat. The engine sputtered. Then it clunked. It stopped dead. I checked the oil. It was black sludge. I felt

I still remember the day I killed my first mower. It was a hot July morning in Georgia. The air was thick and humid. The grass was wet and growing fast. It needed to be cut early in the day, before the heat became intense. I ran to the shed, grabbed an old red gas

I remember the first time I really paid attention to my mower. It was a hot, sticky Saturday in July. The air felt heavy. I was pushing my old mower through a patch of thick, wet grass. The engine groaned. It sounded like it was dying. The grass didn’t look cut. It looked chewed. That’s

I was cutting tall fescue in my backyard in humid Georgia last July. It was hot. The air smelled like rain. Suddenly, I hit a hidden tree root. Clang! The mower shuddered. I felt it in my bones. I knew right then the edge was gone. If you own a home, you know this feeling.

It is a hot Saturday. The sun is high. I am in the driveway. The grass in my yard is getting tall. I grab a wrench. I need to change that dull blade. I pull on the bolt. I push on it. Nothing moves. I start to wonder. Are lawnmower blades reverse thread? Or is

I still remember the feeling. The sky turned gray. Thunder rolled in. I ran for the porch. It was a classic Florida storm. Fast and heavy. I watched the rain pour down. Then I saw it. My mower was still in the middle of the yard. I felt a pit in my stomach. We have