True story of a misguided youth... when I was a kid and made all my money cutting neighbor's lawns, my dad bought me this piece o' crap push mower so I wouldn't wear out his Lawnboy. For you youngsters, this was back in the good ol' days when you didn't have all those safety features and could leave the thing running, sit on your butt for a minute and have a cold drink, and then go back to mowing without having to restart it. You could also refill the tank with it running wide open. Only way to turn that bastage off was this little spark interrupter deal. All I was told was it was that little metal blade above the spark plug, and that you pushed it down against the exposed tip of the plug... hold it there and it would interrupt the spark and kill the motor. Nobody told me to use my shoe or an insultated pliers or something. Noooo... I used my bare hand.
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