I braked as hard as I could, and damn near wrecked tryna get us into his driveway for a pic. This is gorgeous, y'all. This is what happens when you let people in my home town have wood and paint. He even made it rhyme. I'm so proud. I think if he had more space he might have made a haiku.
Anyway, he needs gas, and he'll mow your yard cheep. You might see what you can talk him down to. And shoosh, if you need a sign made, I'd give him a buzz first.