Da 90 Year Old Lathe

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So the little POS is back together. Finally. I threw in the towel yesterday and decided 'good enough' was less brain damage than 'perfection'. It runs a hell of a lot quieter and doesn't vibrate any more. Which were my goals.

I checked out the speeds in each range with a laser tach that was one of my retirement tools. Lowest speed is 20rpm. Highest is 930. I'll call it good for now.

I spent yesterday exploiting my newfound freedom. I was outside from 9:30 in the morning until 5:30. I was able to move the Ural, the ATV, and the mower out of the garage with varying degrees of difficulty. The major one is that my trickle charger is being aimed towards the trash. Fully charged batteries, my ass. The Ural fired up on its starters' last gasp. It's laugh worthy to watch me get up on it. My boot barely fits between the left cylinder and the gear shift. And I have to use my heel to downshift.

The mower struggled, started, then needed a jump when I stopped to gas it up. There is no step on the mower to aid in getting my butt in the seat. Also comical to see.

The ATV may need a new battery. I have no clue as to how old it is but I ended up using its pull start. I might add that pulling on that rope is like pull starting a small diesel. There is a tad bit o' compression there. Getting up on this thing is like trying to get up on a horse without a saddle. Mrs.C was splitting a gut.

Despite all that, I did get the lawn mowed. I also managed to get the above rearranged in the garage in the order of importance with my current affliction. I also had my best night sleep in the last two months.