Originally posted by ForcedFirebird
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When I was a teenaged punk trying to figure out how to fix things, my neighbor across the alley was the retired head mechanic of the downtown Denver Cadillac dealer. He was a wizard and a character, Bud Hashburger. He restored classic and antique cars in his shop, and swapped Cadillac V8s into anything that rolled.
I sheared an important bolt from my '69 Bronco on a Sunday afternoon, before parts stores were open on Sundays, and of course I had to have this car finished by Monday morning. I went over there in my slight panic to ask what to do. He didn't say anything, just set his beer down, took the broken bolt, rummaged through some stuff, measured it, and tossed a piece of stock in his lathe. Bzzzzzzzt...and I have a brand new hardened bolt with perfect threads! He just handed it to me.
I've loved old lathes since that day.
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