These are all Boys Toys, Phoenix. According to twenty-first century Caveman philosophy, if something is worth doing then it's worth being Bluddy Noisy about it!
This is the suburban gardening equivalent of Formula 1 Grand Prix stuff - guys roar up and down the lawn on sit-on mowers, wield strimmers and electric hedge trimmers like Excalibur and blast the driveway with the power washer as if they were using a flame-thrower.
The sounds of summer are Godawful mostly at the weekend - it's as if these guys cannot sit still if they've got access to a shed full of noisy gadgets. D'you reckon it might be some sort of addiction, a bit like computer gaming?
I'd like to try (and get away with) hacking through their testosterone levels with a strimmer......
Is there such a thing as delicious ready meals?