The ebb and flow of office conversation came around to Victa mowers the other day... as it does.
A few of us were reminiscing over the Victa's we had known or owned or both. As I was mowing the lawn yesterday I thought I'd mention mine. I have a Victa that has been in the family longer than I have.

My Victa is still going strong. Every once in a while it refuses to start but I leave it overnight, and sure as God made little green men, the beast starts the next day. It's old, temperamental and starts when it decides it wants to... as it should, given it's age. There are 3 Victa years to every human year.
It happily shreds anything that goes under it. Cane toads, sticks, garden gnomes, newly planted flowers, all regularly fall victim to its cutter-deck. I could slash a paddock with this little guy... if I have the time, it has the patience.

Being a two-stroke wonder, this mower runs by smoke and mirrors and just a touch of arcane magic. With all the hoo-ha of climate change and environmentally friendly devices this Victa would probably be thrown onto the junk heap in preference for some new sleek emissions-neutral model. But it's lucky. I'm not about to do that.

This mower paid off its debt to the environment decades ago. It has only really required fuel to keep it going, with the occasional check-up. I live in the country, I have plenty of trees that more than adequately soak up the carbon emmissions this little machine puts out once a month for an hour or so.

It's old, but it's a keeper. May it long reign over the lawn.