Friday, November 18, 2011

Apparently, It's Time

I got back from a business trip tonight, wasted. Not in the alcohol way, but the life-energy kind. So I'll be damned if I can figure out how I ended up in the shop instead of on the sofa. I guess when primal forces tell you to do something, you do it. (Yes, I stole that line from Field of Dreams, my all time favorite movie. (Whatever, the brilliancy of the plot greatly overshadows the acting, so bite me.)) And what primal forces were telling me, as I gazed wistfully out upon my silent, snow-covered pump track, was that the damn lathe I bought last winter has been sitting there long enough and that it's time to fire it up and turn something.


So the rack shop now has machining capability, officially. Holy hell, things are gonna get totally sick.

7 comments:

alex wetmore said...

woop! it's about time!

Alistair said...

Pat, very cool. Pretty soon, you'll wonder how you ever got by without a lathe.

Anonymous said...

But,can you make rotisserie chicken with it?

Pat S said...

Alex, I know.

Alistair, I can imagine that it's not gonna take me long to get fairly comfortable with the basic operation and from that point on, I can see it becoming almost indispensable.

Anon, why do you think I park my torch so close to the lathe.

Chad said...

I sense hand spun tiki lamp post for the pump track! for stellar spring night sessions.

andrew said...

do you have the appropriate collet for a chicken? would you need a live center, or would a dead center do?

Anonymous said...

Safety first: goggles are mandatory when basting birds at 200+ rpm.