Holy. Shit.
That is the epitome of a lathe. A big lathe. A lathe that will eat you, and not even know that it ate you.
I have no idea where I can put it. I have no idea how I can get it out of its current home. Pretty sure they built the building around it. (j/k. sort of)
There was no way in hell that My setup was bringing it home.
So..................
I bought it. I mean, why not?
That which doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. And all that bullshit, right?
Seriously, though. If you can go see a machine like that, touch it, feel it, make motor noises by it, and just walk away???? You my friends, have serious issues.
This is one of those times when you realize that all those favors you've done for friends? Yeah. So glad that I did. Got an 18 wheeler flat bed lined up, bringing two fork lifts, and some skates. For the price of fuel. Of course I'll buy the beer.
I brought home 2 chucks, 2 DA tool posts, the steady rest, and a bunch of tool holders and tooling. About 1500 lbs of it.
I left the 3 jaw on it. Why? I guess I didn't want the machine nor the chuck to have separation anxiety.
By the way. I know you're all thinking it. Overcompensating, right? Fuck yes. I can now say, and mean it, mines bigger than yours. (for the most part)
I'm excited. Can't wait to get it here. Nothing better than buying a "toy" that actually pays for itself.
(disclaimer: said friend that will be helping move, also put me onto said machine, because said friend has work for me that requires larger work envelope than I currently possess. My feelings ain't hurt
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