Further proof that man (and woman) will race pretty much anything that moves: Our editor finds out how it feels to mow like hell in Texas.
By Trevor ThiemePosted 05.21.2002 at 2:03 pm 0 Comments
Floodlights stretch my shadow across the dirt track as I approach the starting line. Six racers are already there, each one facing his machine, poised for a Le Mans-like start. We exchange anxious looks behind full-face helmets. Then the call to race: "Ready, set . . . mow!" We run 15 feet to our mowers, throw them into gear, and take off.