All I can say is "Bloody well done!" cheers

We had one of those when I grew up in Auckland - I can recall "buzzing" my fingers on the top of the flywheel when my brother distracted me as I was turning it off (missed the switch). I don't think ours ever needed high speed, except maybe once when we came back from holidays and the lawn was like a jungle.
I actually spent a short stint at Mason & Porter as a welder on their body fabrication line. (Didn't last long, though. 18 year-olds get bored quickly crazy )

Thanks for the memories, mate.

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