Fixing the tablesaw fence.
My shop is in a state of chaos. My wife insists that it's a garage. But I know better … than to talk back to her. So I go out into my shop, close the door and whisper really loudly, "IT'S A SHOP, WOMAN!".
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So, my shop is in chaos, but I'm calm. Time is on my side now that I'm no longer working fifties and sixties for the man. I come home each day, quickly change into some clothes I care little about, I get to work. I love it. And I'm frustrated as hell. So really, I'm calmly frustrated. As hell. The biggest challenge I have is a lack of organization and dedicated workspace, so I'm determined to resolve that issue up front.
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First up has to be the table saw, though. I need it to be working properly and to be more functional to get the organization and workspace to a state of reality.
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Something is very wrong with the Vega fence that came on my Powermatic Artisan. Blah, blah, blah, Columbo, Perry Mason, eureka. I get a dial indicator to run along the face of the fence and the damn thing is more crooked than the District of Columbia. It starts at .000, runs out to +.015 in the middle, back to .000 and out to -.010 at the end.
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What. The. Hell.
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I have no idea what happened. There is no damage. It hasn't been dropped.
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No wonder I'm struggling with this thing. My workpieces are doing the backstroke through the blade. I've hated this fence since the day I bought this saw from a guy on Craigslist. I'm done with it. THE FENCE HAS GOT TO GO!
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"STELLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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AAAAAAND SCENE!!!!
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"Ok guys, wrap it up. Great work today guys playing 'me' (Brad Pitt and George Clooney share time, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson is my stunt double).
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Soooooo … the above is a flashback of the last 2-3 weeks. I get a couple hours a night to work on my shop. I also have a host of house projects I'm working on, as THE ENTIRE FAMILY, on both sides is coming to our house for Thanksgiving this year. I have work to do. A lot of it.
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Time is on my side, but she's fickle. I can feel her pressuring me while she constantly ticks away. I need this table saw in working order, stat. My wife is out of state this weekend and over the past few days, I've gotten some deliveries. With each delivery, I've done a bit of work. And having this afternoon and night all to myself, my work is done. This piece anyway. Minus going out for powdercoat, the fence is complete and works great.
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I wired up a new switch while I was at it. Grabbed some 6/4 oak, did some test cuts. Like buttah. It feels effortless. I'm calm. Happy. And a bit less frustrated.
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Next up on the list: Get the saw off this terrible mobile base and onto a mobile tablesaw base/station.
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Truthfully, my wife is a saint. I love her dearly. She puts up with a lot when it comes to my woodworking and my love of tools. And if I find a drill press while she's out of state this weekend, she'll perform one more miracle by not murdering me when she gets back.
My shop is in a state of chaos. My wife insists that it's a garage. But I know better … than to talk back to her. So I go out into my shop, close the door and whisper really loudly, "IT'S A SHOP, WOMAN!".
.
So, my shop is in chaos, but I'm calm. Time is on my side now that I'm no longer working fifties and sixties for the man. I come home each day, quickly change into some clothes I care little about, I get to work. I love it. And I'm frustrated as hell. So really, I'm calmly frustrated. As hell. The biggest challenge I have is a lack of organization and dedicated workspace, so I'm determined to resolve that issue up front.
.
First up has to be the table saw, though. I need it to be working properly and to be more functional to get the organization and workspace to a state of reality.
.
Something is very wrong with the Vega fence that came on my Powermatic Artisan. Blah, blah, blah, Columbo, Perry Mason, eureka. I get a dial indicator to run along the face of the fence and the damn thing is more crooked than the District of Columbia. It starts at .000, runs out to +.015 in the middle, back to .000 and out to -.010 at the end.
.
What. The. Hell.
.
I have no idea what happened. There is no damage. It hasn't been dropped.
.
No wonder I'm struggling with this thing. My workpieces are doing the backstroke through the blade. I've hated this fence since the day I bought this saw from a guy on Craigslist. I'm done with it. THE FENCE HAS GOT TO GO!
.
"STELLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
.
AAAAAAND SCENE!!!!
.
"Ok guys, wrap it up. Great work today guys playing 'me' (Brad Pitt and George Clooney share time, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson is my stunt double).
.
Soooooo … the above is a flashback of the last 2-3 weeks. I get a couple hours a night to work on my shop. I also have a host of house projects I'm working on, as THE ENTIRE FAMILY, on both sides is coming to our house for Thanksgiving this year. I have work to do. A lot of it.
.
Time is on my side, but she's fickle. I can feel her pressuring me while she constantly ticks away. I need this table saw in working order, stat. My wife is out of state this weekend and over the past few days, I've gotten some deliveries. With each delivery, I've done a bit of work. And having this afternoon and night all to myself, my work is done. This piece anyway. Minus going out for powdercoat, the fence is complete and works great.
.
I wired up a new switch while I was at it. Grabbed some 6/4 oak, did some test cuts. Like buttah. It feels effortless. I'm calm. Happy. And a bit less frustrated.
.
Next up on the list: Get the saw off this terrible mobile base and onto a mobile tablesaw base/station.
.
Truthfully, my wife is a saint. I love her dearly. She puts up with a lot when it comes to my woodworking and my love of tools. And if I find a drill press while she's out of state this weekend, she'll perform one more miracle by not murdering me when she gets back.