They'd stand and watch, hoping I'd offer them a turn, but I wasn't giving it up. I'd continue to carve turf, leaving the envious behind. As I sped for the Knight's family barbecue and rolled past their picnic tables...they munched potato salad and sucked on ribs. I zipped past and they paused to wipe their drippy lips with their sleeves and double take with that "What the @#$!?" look on their faces.