With a history like mine, it had to happen one day. I finally crashed the mower.

While it wasn’t a crash to rival the motorbike crashes in my past, it was enough to call the end to the day’s play on our ride-on that Meg named “Penfold”.

All I was doing was cruising around near the shed, trying to reduce the snake and fire risk a little when the front left wheel clipped the stump of a long dead tree that had been cut off only inches from the ground.

The left wheel caught the stump and a crack signalled a problem as the steering went light. Further investigation showed that the steering pivot joint had snapped.

After removing the pivot and checking out the operation, I managed to bodge it back together for the ride back to the shed.

At least it wasn’t a rollover (again)…