Years ago, I bought a house that had a steep driveway and in winter I quickly learned that I needed to be down to the bare pavement.
Times when I didn't clear it to the bare ground my driveway became like a ski slope for motor vehicles moving backward toward the busy street. Pretty dangerous. Especially with a senior mom driving. Pictured is my old driveway with my mom's car covered in snow.
For years I used a shovel to clear my driveway. Then I had a neighbor who befriended me and cleared my drive for a few years. This was great until he got a new job and moved. Bummer.
In comes the town clerk who had a crush on me and thought he'd do me a favor and clear my driveway. Not able to bite my tongue, I called him and told him not to do me any favors. He had left a hard pack of ice about 6 inches thick; a sure recipe for a major accident at the end of my driveway!
The blasting that I gave him did stop the snow plow surprises as well as the eggplant from his garden. Soon after I had met my now husband, my little suitor (he was short) never waved hello to me again.
My brother Marty came to my rescue. He had a snow blower that he wasn't using, so I brought it to my friend Joe (God rest his soul) who fixed her up. He even cleaned up the rust and gave it a paint job. Good as new.
I used this for a few years until Marty needed it again.
That's when I bought my Toro Snow Thrower. A Toro CCR3650. Oh, a fine little machine that did the perfect job easier than any other method I've used over the years.
I LOVE my Toro CCR3650.
Life happened and I moved in with my new husband. Yes, I brought my mom and cat along. We became one big happy family with the addition of my new Mother-in-law. Oh boy... what fun!
Last year it was a snowy day and I couldn't wait to get out and use my snow thrower. Dressed and out the door before my husband could take away my fun, I had my snow thrower started up, happily clearing the slush from the driveway.
Oh, I was moving cars and clearing slushy snow, singing and enjoying my snow clearing task. Heaven.
I needed to move my truck.
It hits me.
I had run over my snow thrower. I forgot to move it to safety. I was singing so much, enjoying how clear the driveway was with the use of my friend, my snow thrower... I fucking ran it over.
So, after I realized that I had run it over, I ran it over for a SECOND TIME! I don't know why. I still don't know why I did it a 2nd time.
My husband heard the comotion outside and rushed to the window. He saw that I was heading for the machine with the truck and he couldn't stop me. It was like a scene out of that movie with Dustin Hoffman, about Mrs. Robinson. Was the movie "Good bye Mrs. Robinson?" I digress.
Anyway, my husband laughed his fool head off as I wanted to be sure to kill the machine and thought my pickup truck could scale the snow thrower. I still don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was a moment of dementia from too much gluten, who knows?
I got out of the truck and realized that the snow thrower was now inoperable. FUCK is all I could scream... and I did.
Now the fun begins... telling the repair guy what happened.
I call the local repair shop and tell the guy what I had done. Oh, he tried not to laugh, but he couldn't help himself. I gave him permission to laugh. It was pretty funny.
The verdict. "Maam, this machine would cost more to fix than to buy a new one. The housing is cracked..." he listed a laundry list of things wrong with my machine. I went and retrieved my broken snow thrower.
Hey, maybe Brad can fix it?
I called my Brother-in-law and told him the story. He laughed and laughed, just like every guy I tell the story. I suppose it wouldn't be so funny if I hadn't tried to scale the snow thrower 2 times with my pick up truck.
Last night we had our first snow that requires clearing. Like usual, I was up and dressed before my husband. I had to get out and see if Squishy would start.
She did... Squishy started up after a little coaxing and the driveway was cleared just in time for my mom to go out with my sister.
I love my Squishy.