Mine was only a little Countax Rider, and you could quite easily stop the blades before going into reverse to manoeuvre. I never needed a new belt in six years. I know it's tedious when, say, you get off the thing to open the garage doors and the engine cuts out, You have to restart it just to put it away. But mashed flesh isn't pretty. I once (very stupidly) used my heavy petrol brushcutter down in the ditch wearing slip-on slippers. It was a steep slope and, yes, it became a toecutter. The juicy tops of all my toes on one foot were whizzed off and the blood was something else. Luckily my neighbour got me to hospital. I now live in a little house with a little garden and have no machinery except a lawnmower. Please Bobert, do be careful. You'd be sorry afterwards wouldn't you? I know I felt a right fool!