Speed on a Lawnmower

These events are based on a true story. I’m hoping to get a name actor to play the part of the Dad.

Fade in to a hot spring day. A picturesque suburban backyard somewhere in middle America. Dad ticks off the pre-mowing checklist as the glistening grass sways gently in the breeze, anticipating what is to come. A young girl watches in wonder. Pump the primer 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times. “What does that do Dad?” “It gets some gas into the engine so it’s easier to start.” “Can I start it?” “It’s pretty hard to start, better let me do it.” The dad braces himself, checks his footing, grabs the pull cord and give a mighty heave. Nothing. “I think you did something wrong Dad.” “Thanks, let’s try that again.” Same ritual and an even mightier pull and as the cord reaches the extent of its length, the permanently attached end becomes permanently unattached and cord and handle fly though the error disappearing over the horizon. Miraculously, the beast gives forth a sputter and then suddenly roars to life. “It’s running!” But then the sickening realization sets in, he’s using the lawn mower that cannot stop fore there is no way to re-start it. If it were to stop, the lawn being left only partially cut, there would be a horrible suffering. The peaceful marital relations that had reigned all weekend would crash and burn causing untold pain and suffering. The sight of a half mown lawn would simply be too much to bear. One man must alone bear the burden of mowing the entire lawn without stopping and keep the mower running no matter what. With sweat glistening on his chiseled form, he bravely pushes on. God speed.