…you park your pick-up in the front yard, sit on the back of it on a lawn chair, and watch your wife mow the lawn.
Or in this case, you park your Gator in the front yard, sit on the back of it in your old car seat, and watch your mom mow the lawn.
All he needs is a can of Schlitz in his hand* and a bumper sticker that reads “My Family Tree Ain’t Got No Forks” and he would be set.
*I have not now, nor have I ever, condoned the use of Schlitz Beer as a beverage for anyone, particularly those under the age of 21.
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