I bought this cute little orange beast because I plan to pour quite a bit of concrete and complete some fairly extensive tiling work over the next couple of months. With rental fees being what they are over here, you end up paying the price of most tools and machines after only five or six rentals. Once I figured that out, I decided renting was out of the question, and I quickly ordered a mixer of my own.
Apparently, men who own cement mixers are highly respected and popular in these parts, as no one particularly likes paying rental fees for these sorts of contraptions. One of my neighbors quietly advised me to keep my latest equipment purchase to myself. According to him, if our fellow villagers catch wind of my mixer, they will be asking to borrow it day and night.
To be honest, I would have no problem lending it out, but I very much doubt I will let anyone use it this summer. With all the projects I have lined up for July and August, this little orange baby of mine is going to be spinning and mixing from sunup to sundown, week after glorious week - assuming it does not blow up or fall apart first.