Tell us something really trivial about your life (Vol 28)
Discussion
alorotom said:
God knows when im going to get time to look for my Christmas present to myself!
Do you have a good 18v impact driver? Might be just the ticket for putting the bunk beds together and would make a good present for yourself too. I've got a red one somewhere, marvellous bit of kit.Anyhow, this cold snap has made me think I should make some provision for extra firewood. I'm off to fire up the chainsaw and get some logs sorted.
Bomma220 said:
Do you have a good 18v impact driver? Might be just the ticket for putting the bunk beds together and would make a good present for yourself too. I've got a red one somewhere, marvellous bit of kit.
Anyhow, this cold snap has made me think I should make some provision for extra firewood. I'm off to fire up the chainsaw and get some logs sorted.
Good tip, i want an impact wrench myself! pretty sensible if my plans of starting up a project car (or even lowering the 147) follow through next year.Anyhow, this cold snap has made me think I should make some provision for extra firewood. I'm off to fire up the chainsaw and get some logs sorted.
Either way, i just sent all the collected paperwork to the mortgage advisor, so now its first waiting for feedback from him, then (probably) OKing sending it all to the bank, and waiting for their answer....
Vitorio said:
Nik! hows the Rex?
Unfortunately, what with Christmas, a metric f
ktonne of welding on the older RX-7, and our house fuse box melting itself I've run out of money before I ran out of things I needed to buy for the damned thing. So it's a bit of a stalled ox at the moment 
Annoying because it's sooooooo close too.Nik da Greek said:
Unfortunately, what with Christmas, a metric fktonne of welding on the older RX-7, and our house fuse box melting itself I've run out of money before I ran out of things I needed to buy for the damned thing. So it's a bit of a stalled ox at the moment Annoying because it's sooooooo close too.
Aaah dont worry mate, you'll get there!ktonne of welding on the older RX-7, and our house fuse box melting itself I've run out of money before I ran out of things I needed to buy for the damned thing. So it's a bit of a stalled ox at the moment Annoying because it's sooooooo close too.Sometimes life gets in the way of being a pistonhead... Im longing for the day i can put a project in my garage and get tinkering again.
My chainsaw's a Stihl and it can be a bugger to start. I usually give it a squirt of Holts Easy Start to fire it up. Runs lovely once it has started though.
Well, that's got the wood store looking a bit more shipshape. Think I'll pop to the B&L for an hour or so, must remember to pop in the butcher's too. Need to pick some food up for the dog.
Green Tripe?
Well, that's got the wood store looking a bit more shipshape. Think I'll pop to the B&L for an hour or so, must remember to pop in the butcher's too. Need to pick some food up for the dog.
Green Tripe?
The lads at work were going mad the other day with an engine that wouldn't start. The Easy Start was making matters worse for reasons none of them could fathom until the peripatetic mechanic came in, saw what they were doing and said he'd filled the Easy Start squirty bottle with water. I knew how he felt. I've been unpopular at times.
When I went to work in Madeira for a bit, helping with the starting of their national park, we took our own equipment. Which, sadly involved McCulloch chainsaws. Presumably cos they were stupidly cheap. For a reason. All any of us had ever used before were Stihl or Huskies, and we were all amazed that a country like America (which after all is kinda famous for large trees and lumberjacking and all that malarkey) could produce a chainsaw you'd struggle to trim a box hedge with, let alone fell a 40-metre Eucalypt. The engines didn't have the power (in the immortal words of the late Barry Sheene) to pull the cock off a chocolate mouse, the chains went slack in an eye-blink and the teeth were made out of the same cheese Japanese car manufacturers make fasteners from and needed filing back into line, like, every other second cut. Hateful things. Utterly awful
The only "native" tree surgeon firm on the entire island at the time featured this old boy nicknamed o gato "the Cat". His apparently octogenarian years didn't prevent him hauling his skinny, wrinkly old frame up genuinely massive trees in a manner befitting his nickname, where he would limb-walk with no safety gear, ropes or harness and a complete contempt for his own mortality. Since he seemed older than Methuselah, his cavalier disregard for safety didn't seem to have harmed his longevity any. His equipment was the only four-stroke chainsaw I've ever seen, some kind of Industrial Revolution behemoth that looked like it belonged in some Trevithick-era industrial musuem. It was so massive (as it had a dry sump oiling system amongst other archaic weirdness) that o gato's feeble emaciated arms could in no way lift it. He relied on his ground-crew to support its weight via a rope over a bough above him whilst he just steered the guide bar and worked the throttle.
It was amazing to watch, as was their thinly-veiled contempt for our fancy and rather effette modern equipment
The only "native" tree surgeon firm on the entire island at the time featured this old boy nicknamed o gato "the Cat". His apparently octogenarian years didn't prevent him hauling his skinny, wrinkly old frame up genuinely massive trees in a manner befitting his nickname, where he would limb-walk with no safety gear, ropes or harness and a complete contempt for his own mortality. Since he seemed older than Methuselah, his cavalier disregard for safety didn't seem to have harmed his longevity any. His equipment was the only four-stroke chainsaw I've ever seen, some kind of Industrial Revolution behemoth that looked like it belonged in some Trevithick-era industrial musuem. It was so massive (as it had a dry sump oiling system amongst other archaic weirdness) that o gato's feeble emaciated arms could in no way lift it. He relied on his ground-crew to support its weight via a rope over a bough above him whilst he just steered the guide bar and worked the throttle.
It was amazing to watch, as was their thinly-veiled contempt for our fancy and rather effette modern equipment
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