My dad never believed in buying anything new.
When I was in my grade school years and helping him mow one late summer, he had an old push mower from china mart. Well the kill switch broke and fell off, the whole shebang.
I didn't realize that had happened until I went to turn off the mower, released the handle and the thing didn't die. I stared at it for a bit, put the mower on the uphill side of the big old elm tree to keep it from terrorizing the neighbors and ran into the house for the old man.
He said, "grab a stick and pop the spark plug wire off."
"ok"
Off I go, grab a stick, pop the wire, stick breaks, plug arcs, I get zapped good, and fell flat on my back into the shade of the big old elm tree.
Dad got a new mower the following summer