I can't get Linda to even hand me wrenches while I am wallering around on the ground with my hand up the lawnmowers ass and cussing these foreign made sob's. I'm lucky she doesn't crank the thing and drag me across the yard by my arm. I got one of the communistic, metric bolt, jankey mismatched holed bastards back together. Now I had to order a belt for the other one. Getting this 47 ft double looped 24 idler set up sob on is gonna be a hoot. We had to call a place in Augusta Georgia to order a belt and even they said " well, we need exact measurements. There are about 4 different sizes that are interchangeable and we have to know what the length is folded, what the length in stretched out straight , the width, the thickness, your mothers maiden name, what town you were born in, if you have any siblings, your blood type and the last time you farted if it smelled like Rosemary. WHAT ???? I don't even know what Rosemary smells like. The only Rosemary I know is weird as hell and she smells like cat piss. They are going to mail the belt USPS so I doubt if it will ever get here anyway.