Every heavy snowfall I'm reminded. Not the wheel. Not TV. Not automobiles. Not penicillin. Not Reese's Peanut Butter Cups or cookie dough ice cream. Not even rock n' roll. The Snowblower. What was once an impossible job, or pay someone at least 100 bucks to do, is now done in under an hour while only just working up a sweat. No more bad backs for a week. No inability to lift my arms over my head afterwards. No f'n heart attack which I'm sure I would have had at least one if not for that wonderful machine. The west would have been settled hundreds of years earlier if only the settlers had snowblowers to get across the Rockies. I love my snowblower.