I live in Zurra, the "We Mow State". It even says so on the license plates, but apparently the illiterate, dyslexic inmates at the pen misspelled the slogan. Anyway, what you have are these guys who are um, mow-o-holics. While their wife stays inside and tidies up, he spends waaaay waaaaay more time and effort on riding around on the riding mower. As soon as they finish mowing, it's time to start over. Even if the grass only grew 1/2 inch! See? Mow and Mow and Mow Some Mo'. One case I know is a guy in his late 50's who mows obsessively ostensibly to please his wife, though he LOVES mowing, anyway. This started after she got some part-time work doing housecleaning in those enormous "Dream Homes" that those working couples buy out in upscale subdivisions built in former cow pastures. Anyway, they then made the transition to middle-class suburbanite, and bought a fancy riding mower. He sets the blade so low, to cut the grass so short, that the blade contacts the ground going over high spots, scraping bare spots and causing clouds of dust and lots of noise. He has told me: "just got that mower back from the shop again; it keeps screwing up!" Well, yeah--the blades and drives in the deck are being damaged with your scorched-earth policy. Try setting your blade height up higher-much higher. But, that logic is lost on the guy. Also, part of the mow-syndrome is on account of being what I call being a Car Jock. They love to drive, just for something to "do", and operating machinery such as a mower classifies as such. It's the same with mota-homes(I call them that) and Harley Davidsons, giant SUVS and stuff. Anyway, mowing too much--it's weird behavior. I have a number of case histories I can offer, but I'll let you kids give us some prime examples of Mowing Zealotry.