When i got my first lathe (A jet 1236 on legs) I had no shop. I didn't even have materials for a shop yet. I drove about 12 hours alltogether, and got home with it about 45 minutes before sunset. I started hustling around, running a cord, locating handtools, the whole gambit. I stood there turning until it was too dark to see. I carried my lathe into the living room. I would carry it back and forth every day as soon as i got home from work. I would stand in teh front yard for hours and hours makin shavins!
Somewhere i have pictures of me standing i nthe yard turning. Every time i see them, it makes me laugh. My hands are nowhere near the toolrest. Amazing i didn't break something!
PS... I still have the piece i turned that very first night, My first time touching a lathe. It is unsanded, and unfinished. It was made from a green tree limb, so it is cracked. It looks alot like a chess Bishop. It is my most valued turning.
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07-30-2010, 12:27 AM
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