This is fun:
Sally Redman-Davies, peashooting world champion, 2018 and 2019
OK, so that’s a pub that has a go one weekend a year. What fun. But this is glorious:
I started in about 1993. A friend was building a lawn mower to race, so I thought I’d build one, too. I went to a garden centre in Woking and bought an old scrap mower: it was just a pile of bits, but I’ve never looked back.
I didn’t do very well for the first couple of years, so I spent six months building myself a new mower: a 24-inch Atco, and it was perfect. Working as a mechanic by day definitely helped. The mower handled really well and just kept going and going. No one beat me for five or six years.
The sport has four categories. Group 1 is for those really old-fashioned cylinder mowers that you walk up and down your garden with; the gearing is changed and the racers run behind their mowers. Group 2, the category I race in, features roller-driven mowers – the kind you might see groundsmen cutting cricket pitches with, only with a towed seat attached to them. The engine is also modified, so it revs a bit faster. It’s like riding a motocross bike, with handlebars, throttle and brake levers; it’s just that your backside is right next to the ground. A group 3 machine is a sit-on garden mower of anything up to about 14 horsepower, while group 4 mowers are effectively bonneted tractors.
An entire grouping and system and league and world championship of lawn mower racing.
One could pretend to be serious and talk about how we clearly have multiple systems of social standing and thus are not that singly hierarchical society so moaned about.
Or we can be human about it and simply revel in the glories that our fellows proffer us. Yes, of course it’s absurd and ain’t that glorious?