Trowel Seesaw Vault

A rusty metal hand trowel was resting tilted over a thick cedar wood block beside the potting bench, forming an instant mechanical catapult! Slow down and steer clear? Never! I locked my sights on the raised wooden handle, geared both drive treads into full throttle, and blasted straight up the timber tilt. Clack! My front weight tipped the metal blade down hard against the flagstones, kicking the handle skyward like an ejector seat! I popped clean into the air, cleared the cedar block in one soaring arc, and landed with a solid rubber thud on the packed patio pavers beyond!