One of my first jobs was mowing lawns with a buddy of mine with which I grew up. Beau was a great business man and in fact, still makes quite a good living in lawn care. Me... less so, I was never much of one for a green thumb. One of the things that made him a good business man was commercial clients. On one of the big jobs we had, we had to rent a tractor with what's known as a bush hog in order to mow a HUGE field. It's that big thing you see behind tractors on the interstate medians. Tractors have an awesome feature where you flip a lever and you can brake either the right or left wheels individually, making for incredibly tight (and dangerous) turns. In my genius thought process, I figured we would make more money if I finished as fast as possible. So, I'd rocket across the field, brake as hard as I could, swing the tractor 180º balancing on one tire and jam it into first gear, racing away the other direction. It was great fun and in fact I became quite good at that delicate balance between awesome success and horrible horrible failure (LOTS of people have lost limbs and lives getting caught in that phenomenally powerful PTO that drives the brush hog). The factory workers who were watching me from the docking bay didn't think so. After a couple of hours of this, Beau showed up and fired me as tractor driver.
