Nobody asked why you were on a lawn mower in a sequin jacket

You rode a riding lawn mower down South Congress early on a Friday morning in a sequin jacket and a cowboy hat, with a coffee in the cup holder, nodding to people on the sidewalk like a mayor. Nobody asked. It is Austin. I was in a line and gave you a thumbs up. You tipped the hat. I think the lawn mower had a name. I did not ask. I did not want to be wrong.