On Saturday mornings, Vincent was on "cut and go" detail. He'd arrive at 5:30am, double cut the back nine greens and be hosing down his Toro Triplex by 8:30am. His mount of choice was the older of the two Toros, the one with the distinctive trapezoid-shape steering wheel. Vincent thought of what a older paramour had once shared, "The older the sled, the sweeter the sliding." Vincent chuckled to himself, bowed to the Toro and asked, "May I have this dance?" before climbing on and turning the key to feel the power and the purr of his partner beneath him. The old girl would give him a workout. That much he knew. The trapezoid wheel functioned via an older mechanical cable and pulley system that required more than a little muscle to turn. Vincent even snapped the cable one time when they were going at it hot and heavy on # 16. However, once he communicated what he wanted and got her straightlining on the greens (she prefers a firm hand and Vincent is cool with that), her performance was unwavering. He just hung on for the ride of his life. while she did all the work, happily. Vincent and machine were one. Afterwards, he gave her a cold water washdown, paying special attention to those hard to reach spots. He hand toweled her dry, fueled her tank, parked her in the cool shade of her bay, dropped her reels to rest and got off her, blowing her a kiss saying, "Until next Saturday morning, mon cheri."
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