Reading some of Larry's recent posts has me fired up to start tinkering with the rigid project again. Scraped up some money and ordered some parts. And the magic UPS truck rolled in and delivered. I'm especially excited about the rotten bananas.
Managed to wrestle the motor up on the bench and the frame back on the "stand." Huge progress. (Ha, ha)
Shop Cat VIII is always right in the way.
The life of a shop cat is difficult at best. I provide food, water and shelter but it's up to them to avoid trucks, tractors, coyotes and antifreeze. The Compound is located about five miles from an impoverished, sleepy, meth-lab of a town. The resident rednecks like to dump their cats on the road in front and some end up making their way to the shop. This one showed up about three weeks ago and seems friendly and pretty smart, but lazy as hell.