Quickies Just Don’t Mean The Same Anymore

Instead of a short and wild romp in the hay these days, a quickie for me is a short stint out in the garage making metal chips.

I had an hour or so to kill before I have to turn around and go back to work. I was fairly busy all weekened with various projects and making chips kinda got put off.

So out I go.

I told you about the new base my friend made for me for the tail stock on my Mini Lathe.

I decided to go five that thing a bit of a hair cut instead of sitting here on my dead ass.

Much better.

I get so excited while playing with that thing I’m like a little kid at Christmas.

Having the ability to do things like that little job has been something I have wanted to be able to do for so long that I can’t remember a time when I didn’t at this point.

61 years old and I can finally knock a few things off my bucket list.

You have absolutely no idea just how grateful I am to those of you who have helped me out with this.

My buddy is high on that list for taking the time to make that new base in the first place for me. You can’t buy those, period. To get an original sized one you have to buy the whole damn tail stock and then you still have an inferior yet critical part.

Having one that has been extended out another inch would cost a mint to have done by a machine shop, probably close to what the entire Mini Lathe cost in the first place. There is actually quite a bit of machining involved there, which is why it took him months to do in his spare time.

It was just a double scoop of ice cream on top for me to be able to shave that last part down on my own so that it fits and has enough clearance to slide so it can be centered.

Now I have to put the whole thing back together, put it on the lathe and see whether or not it is still too tall and also to recenter it on the base. I had to shave the bottom of the main body already because it wasn’t flat to begin with and I am fairly confident that it won’t be too tall anymore. I have upgraded the locking feature for that too. Originally they had one dinky little set screw to hold it when you centered it and then you had to flip it upside down to finish tightening it up with one 5 mm Allen head screw.

I drilled and tapped it on both sides in 4 places total and bought some Brass screws. They will pinch that center bar in 4 places and make it adjustable very slightly not only side to side but corner to corner to make sure it is absolutely straight on with the center line of the spindle.

I see it’s that time again already so I have to get ready to go.

Thanks for stopping by.

13 thoughts on “Quickies Just Don’t Mean The Same Anymore

    • I want to see you do a “Happy Dance” on the peak of a dog house, I would pay big bucks for that. Remember Snoopy wore no clothes….


    • I’d have loved to have a lathe, mill, and a fairly robust buzzbox welder, but now I know people that have them AND the skillz to use ’em. They come to me for electrical/electronics, so everybody wins!


  1. You may enjoy the experience of your “new” definition of a romp in the hay. I, on the other hand, will stick with………ah, never mind. You think 60 is old. I’m 80.


    • Isn’t mechanical being physical? I know at my age I would rather run my hand over a smooth, chromed wrench then cottage cheese skin… the physical isn’t all that it is cracked up to be, more to be a pain in the ass at times.


  2. There is something about working like that. It’s a tough thing to describe. I fall asleep faster and sleep better after a night in the shop. Going to sleep thankful is probably the biggest part of it.

    Dancing like Snoopy is definitely a good picture.


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