My dad had one of those mowers. It had a clapped out Briggs engine. A real POS. I wound that ***** thousands of times, in the hope that it would eventually start...which it usually did. I was in grade school at that time, and responsible for mowing the lawn around the family home. One day I got a little too close to the lamp post in the front yard, and the blade struck one of the bolts that stuck up, anchoring the post to a concrete pad in the dirt. The crankshaft bent. My dad got mad as hell...but so goes it with slave labor.