|Project by Sundowner||posted 11-14-2016 03:51 PM||2246 views||0 times favorited||16 comments|
so a few weeks ago, I had what myself and my wife refer to as a “crapalanche” in the woodshop when my lumber rack gave way. Completely my fault. it was a cheap rack with just commercial steel brackets on tracks and my ‘organizational strategy’ largely consisted of me throwing wood of indiscriminate species and size on it as I walked by munching on Cheetos. Largely, this worked for years until a few weeks ago when a particularly saucy offcut of massaranduba slipped off the bracket and sent the pile crashing down. it doesn’t look that bad in the pic, but it was really loud when that much hardwood hit the ground, and I’m terrified of anything Janka 1200 or more flying at my head.
I realized that the lumber rack never really worked. it just existed; little pieces got lost with the big pieces, and with the 10’ ceilings, I hated going outside to get a ladder every time I needed to get the expensive stuff off the top rack, so I just stopped looking in the top rack. It was also dark back there in the corners. After thinking on it more like any good engineer would, I decided it needed to be fixed, reinforced, and had to have so many features, even an engineer like me would know it was overboard.
so I dove scrooge mcduck style into my junk loft and found some sturdier shelf brackets and 4 iron wheels I never used for a shop cart project. The top shelf got rebuilt for the full width of the wall and also incorporated a recessed track. the track was sized for the steel wheels for the new rolling ladder.
the middle shelf got reinforced and boxed-out so that it could also serve as rack for all the shorty cut-offs that I should probably chuck, but never seem able to do.
the bottom shelf just got reinforced and undermount lighting so that I can see wtf I’m doing in there.
all in all, it’s really great to be able to climb up and get whatever I want whenever I want it. and clearing off the real workbench modules makes life easier, too.
the only bad part is that I can’t get my wife to stop riding the ladder back and forth while giggling and screaming ‘whee!!” (and her I thought I was a the bad influence on our daughter!)