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Posted by Forrest Addy on the wwwmachineshop board
Picture a lathe bigger than a 40 ft container but a little shorter. Now visualise with a 10 ft faceplate with portable jaws mounted on it.
Now picture a big guy with beard and long hair in PayDay square back overalls climbing around on this big lathe dragging a tool bag with some really big wrenches, a 2 quart oil can, a buncha rags, a 12" file and a bench stone. He also has a skinny apprentice packing a 5 gal bucket of kerosene with a long handle toilet brush sticking out of it. They'll both be climbing around on it cleaning, dressing, tweaking, and adjusting.
They guy is happy but if you ask him he'll cuss previous generations who let a fine old machine slide downhill. The apprentice is merely patient waiting for the time he can get away from the blowhard back to his own machine where I stole him (Come with me kid. Here. Carry this. Fetch me... Scrub that. Clean out that pit.)
Paul White, his favorite electrician, will be monkeying with the electrical system. Dressing contacts, blowing down grids, rolling the motors by hand to clean the comms.
When all is ready, Paul closes the disconnect. I start the oil pump and verify oil delivery every wheare it needs to go. I grab the spindle control handwheel big as a truck steering wheel and give it a part of a turn to the right. The 25 HP motor starts without fuss and the chuck slowly turns. The motor responds smoothly to the handwheel.
I muscle the head stock shift levers (there's only 4 speeds) and engage the apron feeds. I jog the apron power traverses.
Ahh! Everthing on the old monster works.
Picture a lathe bigger than a 40 ft container but a little shorter. Now visualise with a 10 ft faceplate with portable jaws mounted on it.
Now picture a big guy with beard and long hair in PayDay square back overalls climbing around on this big lathe dragging a tool bag with some really big wrenches, a 2 quart oil can, a buncha rags, a 12" file and a bench stone. He also has a skinny apprentice packing a 5 gal bucket of kerosene with a long handle toilet brush sticking out of it. They'll both be climbing around on it cleaning, dressing, tweaking, and adjusting.
They guy is happy but if you ask him he'll cuss previous generations who let a fine old machine slide downhill. The apprentice is merely patient waiting for the time he can get away from the blowhard back to his own machine where I stole him (Come with me kid. Here. Carry this. Fetch me... Scrub that. Clean out that pit.)
Paul White, his favorite electrician, will be monkeying with the electrical system. Dressing contacts, blowing down grids, rolling the motors by hand to clean the comms.
When all is ready, Paul closes the disconnect. I start the oil pump and verify oil delivery every wheare it needs to go. I grab the spindle control handwheel big as a truck steering wheel and give it a part of a turn to the right. The 25 HP motor starts without fuss and the chuck slowly turns. The motor responds smoothly to the handwheel.
I muscle the head stock shift levers (there's only 4 speeds) and engage the apron feeds. I jog the apron power traverses.
Ahh! Everthing on the old monster works.