A Story Told From A Saint Augustine Man: Cutting his grass with the Green Grippers My name is Frank Jones, and for years, my lawn was a battleground. It was beautiful, don't get me wrong, the pride of Saint Augustine South. But it sat on a slope that made mowing a weekly wrestling match with my Craftsman M110. Every Saturday, I'd fight to keep it from sliding sideways, the wheels spinning, sweat dripping, and my back screaming. The joy of a perfect lawn? It was always overshadowed by the sheer effort it took. Then, one scorching afternoon, I stumbled upon " Green Grippers " online. I was skeptical, but frankly, desperate. I ordered a set, and when they arrived, I was even more doubtful. They looked like simple, bright green rings. But I figured, what did I have to lose? I snapped them onto my wheels, following the easy instructions. The next Saturday, I approached my lawn with a knot in my stomach. I fired up the Craftsman, engaged the self-propel, and braced myself f...