Usually, yeah.
The way work has been recently (and all the other projects that can't wait anymore), it's been really tough to get out there, since I'm usually out of gas (or over at the outpatient again).
Today was no exception, for example.
I got out early on the tractor to mow, since we finally had a stretch of dry weather.
Got to try out my handiwork on the rebuilt finish mower and it worked great - up until I hooked a rut when working on the steep part, in a ditch next to my road.
Tractor promptly
ejected me and tried to roll over sideways.
I had the presence of mind to give the wheel a good tug to the right on the way out, then hit the ground hard.
I was only worried about keeping that thing on all fours....
Next thing I know, the tractor has left, having not rolled over. It's heading towards the neighbors' ravine WAY down there, so I get up and chase it.
Slapped it out of gear, then nailed the brakes hard as I could with my hands.
Thankfully, got it stopped. Cussed it a little, too.
Again...
God has a sense of humor - and I amuse the heck outta Him.
After that, my wife tried to get me to stop.
Instead, I went in the garage. You know, headstrong and all that.
Did all this after the tractor escapade, with her in close proximity, watching over me.
