My uncle picked up this old riding lawn mower from his neighbor… It was in their barn. My brother and i have been looking but we can’t find any info on it. ‘Yari’ apparently still makes sickle mowers (maybe a different company, don’t know yet), but nothing like this i don’t think.
Any of you ever seen one or heard of these?
Yes, and she was not only a mower but cooked and cleaned as well.
Yes I’ve used one and it wasn’t back in the twenties either. I have one hanging in the garage.
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