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SILVER Star
A father/son conversation yesterday...
"Dad, let's get a lathe."
"Son, don't be ridiculous. We don't have a shop and the garage is full of projects already - there's no more room."
"But we can make cool stuff Dad."
"Of course we can son, but let's wrap up our projects, then we'll talk about it."
A father/son conversation today…
Ring ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi Dad."
"Hey Son, what's happening?"
"I bought a lathe."
"Son, I thought I said let's hold off."
"Well, technically you didn't say to hold off Dad."
"I don't remember exactly what I said because I'm senile, but I'm sure it was something to the effect that we need to hold off."
"Sorry Dad."
<Sigh>. "Sheesh. Where is the lathe now Son?"
"On a trailer in our driveway Dad. And I just made room in the garage. What time are you getting home?"
"I'm just pulling up now. <Mild coronary> Oh wow, that's a pretty big lathe. How much does it weigh Son? And what did you do with all the stuff in the garage?"
"It's about 2700 pounds. And I just stacked stuff really high. See all the room for the lathe now?"
"The stacked stuff is kind of blocking my view, but I see the space now Son. How do you plan on getting it off the trailer and into the garage?"
"Well Dad, I figure we can use a combination of the gantry, the pallet jack, the floor jack, the engine hoist, and a furniture dolly."
"A furniture dolly, huh? That sounds encouraging. OK, let me get changed."
Four hours, a large lump on the head (my head), two scraped knuckles (my knuckles), 74 mosquito bites (my arms, my legs, my ear lobes), and a cold dinner later, the unit was nearly ready to be placed into its final resting position. Will spare the details, but trust in my words that based on configuration and location, neither the gantry, the hoist, the pallet jack, nor the good ol' furniture dolly would allow us to accomplish the second to last critical step - raise the lathe just high enough to remove the floor jack, and rest it until it could be lowered with the hoist.
Thank God for Toyota bottle jacks.
"Dad, let's get a lathe."
"Son, don't be ridiculous. We don't have a shop and the garage is full of projects already - there's no more room."
"But we can make cool stuff Dad."
"Of course we can son, but let's wrap up our projects, then we'll talk about it."
A father/son conversation today…
Ring ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi Dad."
"Hey Son, what's happening?"
"I bought a lathe."
"Son, I thought I said let's hold off."
"Well, technically you didn't say to hold off Dad."
"I don't remember exactly what I said because I'm senile, but I'm sure it was something to the effect that we need to hold off."
"Sorry Dad."
<Sigh>. "Sheesh. Where is the lathe now Son?"
"On a trailer in our driveway Dad. And I just made room in the garage. What time are you getting home?"
"I'm just pulling up now. <Mild coronary> Oh wow, that's a pretty big lathe. How much does it weigh Son? And what did you do with all the stuff in the garage?"
"It's about 2700 pounds. And I just stacked stuff really high. See all the room for the lathe now?"
"The stacked stuff is kind of blocking my view, but I see the space now Son. How do you plan on getting it off the trailer and into the garage?"
"Well Dad, I figure we can use a combination of the gantry, the pallet jack, the floor jack, the engine hoist, and a furniture dolly."
"A furniture dolly, huh? That sounds encouraging. OK, let me get changed."
Four hours, a large lump on the head (my head), two scraped knuckles (my knuckles), 74 mosquito bites (my arms, my legs, my ear lobes), and a cold dinner later, the unit was nearly ready to be placed into its final resting position. Will spare the details, but trust in my words that based on configuration and location, neither the gantry, the hoist, the pallet jack, nor the good ol' furniture dolly would allow us to accomplish the second to last critical step - raise the lathe just high enough to remove the floor jack, and rest it until it could be lowered with the hoist.
Thank God for Toyota bottle jacks.