I still have one at my house in France. Very powerful little beasts. I remember once I decided to drive it back into the shed instead of pushing it. Misjudged and cracked the door frame when the wheel hit it. It will probably remain there as I'm no longer able to go out due to the wife having Alzheimers so the house will be up for sale soonOOH! An Allen scythe - haven't heard of one in 'a coon's age' (Davy Crockett said). When I was 15 or 16 [circa 1960] I had a p/t job gardening for a retired major, one of my chores was to mow a small meadow (now a housing estate of about 10 bunglehouses ) with a 'trusty' Allen, cutting down thistles, nettles, & docks etc, which horses wouldn't eat.