The warrior strode confidently across the tarmac. His war machine sat waiting, eagerly anticipating the carnage to come. Another year, another Spring Offensive. An offensive that would last until the bitter winter wind started to blow.
The warrior climbed into the seat and looked over the familiar controls and gauges. It was time. He ran down the pre-start checklist from memory...
Mower deck: Up
Another year, another Spring Offensive.