In other words,
I’m not going to tell you about how after I got that head stock back together at Midnight after breaking my ass all day fighting that gate post night before last, that I had to turn right around and take it back apart, twice.
Nope, that might prove to be a bit embarrassing.
Like I was embarrassed at myself for discovering that after I had fought those damn bearings and thought I had it whipped, I went to put another piece on the back for the gears and couldn’t find the threaded holes for the bolts.
Because they were on the other end of the casting.
Or how that I was really embarrassed at myself after I tore it down again and put everything back in the right direction then went to bolt on that same part and found a damned spacer laying next to it under a rag.
At One in the morning.
Nope, not gonna mention any of that.
I’m just going to say that sometimes you really shouldn’t be doing anything mechanical when you are so tired that you can’t see straight.
I think what really got me is that I wound up fighting those little skateboard bearings on the little shaft under the spindle three times as hard as I did the new spindle bearings.
Seems to be the way my luck runs though.
I finally gave up and walked away from it when I caught myself just standing there staring at it for a few minutes with my brain completely in neutral.