Oh great, fall's here. That means one thing: a metric butt-load of leaves. Everywhere. And you get to lose your weekend blowing them into a big pile. Then transferring that pile into bags and then hauling those bags to the curb. And if you're not the guy stuck out there leaf-blowing at 8am on a Saturday, you're the guy next door trying to sleep. Whichever category you fall into, I think we can all agree "Fall Blows".