Unruh
Well-known member
The summer before 7th grade, I mowed lawns in the small town I grew up in. I was mowing this ladies yard and I saw a Tote Goat in her garage. Her husband passed away two years before and it was just sitting. She told me it was only ridden twice. I asked if she wanted to sell and she came up for an idea for a trade. I had to mow her lawn twice a month and shovel her walk whenever it snowed for a year. I was so excited. I pushed the Tote Goat home (I couldn't get it started) thinking how proud my Dad was going to be of my deal. When he saw it he started laughing. The front tire was bare and it was clearly had been ridden hard for many years. He said I was going to have to learn how to work on it myself and he gave me some tools and a old toolbox. The box was one of those that opened like a fishing tackle box.
BTW, that winter we had records amount of snow and every time I was at that house shoveling.
The box was kinda like the one below and I also found a picture of a Tote Goat. They both are in better shape than mine were. Where did you guys start out?
BTW, that winter we had records amount of snow and every time I was at that house shoveling.
The box was kinda like the one below and I also found a picture of a Tote Goat. They both are in better shape than mine were. Where did you guys start out?


