It was a perfect sunny day and the temperature was just right. As I just finished installing this new beast of a mulcher, I decided I had to put it into action. The anxiety in me grew as I waited for this machine to be delivered after a short delay in shipping.
So there it was, all hooked up. The laser cut pins for the lower links fit snug as if it was the perfect marriage. The smell of new hydraulic fluid from the lines as they made their first connection to the ports was second to none. Now the moment of truth. As I sat in the pilot seat and grabbed the solid lever to my right, I began to pull back as I watched the amazing amount of metal begin to raise. It was a gorgeous site. This plan is now set in action after weeks of design. It was then and only then I heard this terrible noise. A noise is never heard but Drew and instant concern. As if I was ejected out of the seat I ran to the business end of my precious machine. "Oh no" I thought to myself. It can't be. It's not true. As I say several mommy daddy words in complete rage I have nowhere to direct these feelings. The miscommunication from the saleman? My amazing wife ? The dog? NO. NO NO NO. It was simply my error.
So as I disconnect this beauty of an implement, I start having the repair process cross my mind. I dissect the break and am sick to my stomach with guilt, anger and frustration. With curiosity I wonder how bad this repair is. Does it have to be dismantled and cost thousands? The research begins and I hit several dead ends. After months of review and parts in hand, I decided the best place to go is the home of the Kubota. The dealer is there with open arms and says it can be done. With short notice the man in charge of my case gave me a jingle with some potentially disappointing news. The part may not be in fact under policy. As a small pit grew in my belly that I could not understand, he said standby as he awaited the repair write up.
In the midst of the afternoon I hear my phone begin to ring from an unknown local number. As I answer it I can hear the sound of an angel. These words couldn't be true " your Kubota is ready". I leaped with excitement as I see the light at the end of this journey. Now my little fingers type away on this small iPhone to share my life with friends and foe in this never land place in hopes to prevent others from such misery. As scrutiny will come along with words of encouragement, I now will get dressed to go retrieve my girl. It will be like mending an old friendship after a rough discussion. This will be forgiven but never forgotten.
How's this?
