The musings of a cantankerous over the hill greasemonkey who, though already old, is rather old for his age. I'll bust greasy knuckles out in the garage or argue politics with anyone who will stand for it....

Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Day the Bridgeport Came to Live With Me

The lengths we go to to feed a cobbling obsession. Dale and Bob brought the Bridgeport down from the northside of Detroit and David and Dan rigged and offloaded it.

The elegant little Logan looked good next to it but it was replaced shortly afterwards with the 14.5" swing South Bend...

1 comment:

  1. BIG TOYS.
    Makes my shop look like a kindergarden playroom.
    But tough shit. I like it as much as you.

    Keep postin . . . . .

    ps sending you an E re: me.