Which is a nice way of saying that I am fucking the dog.
I just got back from delivering my old, almost still new, 4 inch Belt/ 6 inch belt grinder to a buddy of mine.
I got it for a Fathers day present a few years ago and of course it being a Harbor Freight product, had to immediately return it because the bed was tweaked. Then the new one had to be gone through. I finally got it all straightened out and it worked pretty good.
I only ever used it a few times and I eventually bolted it down.
Then it got buried.
It got to the point that it was a huge pain in the ass to get to it and I would usually find some other method to do whatever it was I was going to use the damn thing for in the first place.
Then I got the big one. After getting it all back together and working right I found that it is basically too big to bury and I have been using it quite a bit.
My Buddy has a big one also but it’s messed up and needs the same roller I was missing for a while but his has a dented flat spot on one side a a chunk missing out of the other end. I figured maybe he could get some use out of the little one and here in a few minutes I am going to get on the Grizzly website and look him up one. They are all basically the same.
It also gave me a chance to run that Bronco just a little bit farther from home and back.
Fuck no I don’t trust that thing yet.
It hasn’t given me anymore grief yet but I’m not taking off to parts unknown in that bastard until I get more comfortable and can quit wondering if it’s going to get me where I’m going.
In the mean time, it’s a beautiful day here, the Wifely Unit and the boys are getting ready to go watch a football game because it’s getting to be that time of year again when I can resume my Football Widow status.
I’m actually looking forward to it.
At least that fucking television is going to get a rest and I can enjoy some peace and quiet finally.
I think I just might go see about rounding up some fishing gear.