fatcaaat
Well-Known Member
Today was a rough day...so I tapped into the sauce pretty early around 5:30 today. Life's normal things occur after work...wife...kids, etc...but as the kids go for bathtime, there comes a guaranteed 45 minutes of time I can escape...and here was work to be done.
I have been mad about the fact that my beater bike has been missing the steering stop. It's been gone since the day I acquired the bike and it has become more problematic after I installed my wide mirrors for street riding. Today, I figured I would correct it. At bathtime tonight, I dashed out to the garage, wearing a pair of cargo shorts and flipflops, determined to rectify the issue. I grabbed my die grinder and made nice with the area needing attention and cut a piece of 1/2" stock to the correct length needing to be welded on.
Here's where the dumb stuff happens. I have had about 5 shots worth of liquor at this point in the past 2 hours...so feeling pretty happy. Instead of putting on my heavy gloves, I'm using my light torch gloves. Instead of covering up with my leather bib, I'm wearing a tee-shirt. Instead of putting on work pants...i keep on the shorts and flip flops. Tack it up...sparks fly...exposed skin not happy. Who cares...I do a full pass on both sides and the top to complete the job...singed hair on my arms, hot flakes hitting my feet and shins...good thing the happy juice was flowing as that would have hurt. Uh Oh...paint in that area is on fire...glad this is not a primo build/bike.
After I finish I brush it off with a wire brush...the job is done...and done very well I might say...but I paid for it.
The good thing is the job is done and done well...the weld is beautiful. The bad thing is that my skin received a spark shower...feet, shins, forearms. Thankfully Mr. Grey Goose came to visit and I don't care. My wife is laughing at me telling me there will be a sobriety check tonight...between the house and garage. I guess at my age it doesn't matter anymore as long as my face is fine...who cares right?
Lesson of the day...at first I was going to say don't drink and weld. Then I was going to say don't wear shorts, tee shirt, and flip flops and weld. However...now I say...don't wear shorts, tee shirt, and flip flops if you are going to weld, unless you are drinking...that makes all the difference!
I have been mad about the fact that my beater bike has been missing the steering stop. It's been gone since the day I acquired the bike and it has become more problematic after I installed my wide mirrors for street riding. Today, I figured I would correct it. At bathtime tonight, I dashed out to the garage, wearing a pair of cargo shorts and flipflops, determined to rectify the issue. I grabbed my die grinder and made nice with the area needing attention and cut a piece of 1/2" stock to the correct length needing to be welded on.
Here's where the dumb stuff happens. I have had about 5 shots worth of liquor at this point in the past 2 hours...so feeling pretty happy. Instead of putting on my heavy gloves, I'm using my light torch gloves. Instead of covering up with my leather bib, I'm wearing a tee-shirt. Instead of putting on work pants...i keep on the shorts and flip flops. Tack it up...sparks fly...exposed skin not happy. Who cares...I do a full pass on both sides and the top to complete the job...singed hair on my arms, hot flakes hitting my feet and shins...good thing the happy juice was flowing as that would have hurt. Uh Oh...paint in that area is on fire...glad this is not a primo build/bike.
After I finish I brush it off with a wire brush...the job is done...and done very well I might say...but I paid for it.
The good thing is the job is done and done well...the weld is beautiful. The bad thing is that my skin received a spark shower...feet, shins, forearms. Thankfully Mr. Grey Goose came to visit and I don't care. My wife is laughing at me telling me there will be a sobriety check tonight...between the house and garage. I guess at my age it doesn't matter anymore as long as my face is fine...who cares right?
Lesson of the day...at first I was going to say don't drink and weld. Then I was going to say don't wear shorts, tee shirt, and flip flops and weld. However...now I say...don't wear shorts, tee shirt, and flip flops if you are going to weld, unless you are drinking...that makes all the difference!