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Today was a beautiful autumn windy day, great time to mow my lawn with my 3-blade riding mower, as I have done 1000 times. I go up the hill, about 25 degree incline, crank it around in reverse. I "accidentally" left it in 4th gear. Next thing I know, I'm going backwards down the hill at 20-30 mph. I coulda and shoulda stepped off it, and let it stall out. Instead I cranked a hard right and hoped to jam it into the saplings and stop it. Next thing I know, it rolled, I'm gone flying and it's rolling.
Next thing I know, I'm face down in the grass and this 500-lb POS is on top of me. The motor was off, dead man's switch. All I'm thinking is leaking gas. It was unbalanced, and so was I, I managed to roll the MF off me. And then I rolled away.
The yard machine was sitting on it's wheels, not fuming gas. I took an inventory of my parts: no broken bones, no broken back, no broken teeth, no concussion, no blood...small shin abrasions (all kinds of things to think about, like the steering wheel in my backbone).
Just a sorry SOB lying face down in the grass, wondering how it all happened. If I'm damaged, I'm 300 yards from the house, my wife would never hear me, I might be there for hours.
Yes, I was extremely lucky. Extremely lucky.
After assessing my situation, I'm happy to say that I got back on the horse and finished the mowing job in the next hour.
This post is not about that, or about mowers, or how I should learn to drive them better, or how lucky I was.
I'm posting this on the survival page to remind everybody how quickly and unexpectedly an accident can happen. You just don't see them coming. Stupid accidents happen even faster. This, to me, was a stupid accident. I'm happy that I'm here now to write about it.
Next thing I know, I'm face down in the grass and this 500-lb POS is on top of me. The motor was off, dead man's switch. All I'm thinking is leaking gas. It was unbalanced, and so was I, I managed to roll the MF off me. And then I rolled away.
The yard machine was sitting on it's wheels, not fuming gas. I took an inventory of my parts: no broken bones, no broken back, no broken teeth, no concussion, no blood...small shin abrasions (all kinds of things to think about, like the steering wheel in my backbone).
Just a sorry SOB lying face down in the grass, wondering how it all happened. If I'm damaged, I'm 300 yards from the house, my wife would never hear me, I might be there for hours.
Yes, I was extremely lucky. Extremely lucky.
After assessing my situation, I'm happy to say that I got back on the horse and finished the mowing job in the next hour.
This post is not about that, or about mowers, or how I should learn to drive them better, or how lucky I was.
I'm posting this on the survival page to remind everybody how quickly and unexpectedly an accident can happen. You just don't see them coming. Stupid accidents happen even faster. This, to me, was a stupid accident. I'm happy that I'm here now to write about it.