For many it's a car. For some it is a set of golf clubs while others save that name for a rifle or four wheeler. It is always something they can spend time with alone, repair and polish with the care a mother shows for her first born child.
Mine is an old 500 lb, 1931 South Bend metal lathe that I bought for $100, covered in grease and grime with many of the moving parts frozen up. It had an industrial motor that is 3 phase and cannot easily or inexpensively be connected to most home wiring. Main drive belts are missing and the one that is still present is cracked almost completely thru. It is a precision instrument that can create precision pieces and came to me completely abused and unusable.
I love this thing!
I love this the same way I love old, dilapidated homes I drive by or rusted, dented classic cars, seeing the hidden potential and worth that most everyone else misses. I always underestimate the work, money and time it will take to place these "things" to their former glory.
I don't think that is entirely true. In my heart I always know. Sometimes it just does not matter.
I write often of my Wonderful Wife, who does not share my infatuation and innate twitterpation with these things. She is an amazingly organized woman who has an inborn aversion to clutter and all things so obviously unrepairable.
I love her deeply although we are from different planets ....
So I have spent quite a few hours taking this unit apart and cleaning it. It is mostly together with another motor ready to be installed that will work with our electric system. I have reassembled the cross feeds and taper unit after lubing. Not much money has been invested but some sweat equity has. Also, I have a bad habit of "just going out to look" in my good new shorts and forget as I start working on " one more thing". That is mostly a lie. I usually know what I'm wearing but think by some miraculous intelligent design intervening, that I will stay clean.
That has not happened yet.
There is a part or two I still will have to pick up on E-bay. Nothing expensive.
The really crazy thing about this is the technology on these lathes are basically the same today as 100 years ago. Trade schools still use excerpts from training manuals from the 1920's. The old ones reconditioned are actually better quality than new.
When I worked nights as a shift electrician, the supervisor called me "Iron Man".
I asked why one night and he explained that any time there was welding, torching or machining that needed to be done I pushed, shoved, cajoled and blackmailed the mechanics and machinists to let me do it. I followed one old guy like a puppy dog because he was willing to teach me his trade. I eventually took BOCES courses in machining and found I was already taught 95 percent of the material by him. He passed away last month but what he taught me will be passed down at least one more generation.
Some people farm and garden to be self sufficient. I am setting up a shop to be.
We live in a disposable world. I want the ability to repair or build what I want. I own a treasured set of Popular Mechanics encyclopedias from the 1950's. It shows how to make EVERYTHING !
My Wonderful Wife thought I should have tossed them a long time ago.
Like I said, I absolutely love this woman and adore her more than words can describe.
But I'm keeping the encyclopedias....
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