Braising my broken cast iron shoulder washer.
Replaced lost part with steel washer, about two thirds of the whole.
Brass gobs filled the center, so I had to put it on Charlie's old milling machine and ream the stuff out.
The last pic shows the still-yet-to-be finished shoulder washer leaning against the new thirty-tooth bronze gear that drives the tines.
Thinkestthouwhatofmenow?
11 comments:
I really espected to see a Southpaw....and where is the Johnson Rod?
Those pesky shoulder washers, can't trust them, they just might wash all the way down your arm if your not careful.
And what do you call those clamps in pic #1 Phfrankie???
Hint: Look in the mirror.
I wish somebody would wash my shoulders
and your feet too.
HEY!!! Just a minute BusterBruno!! Just for that, I'm taking your picture OFF of my fridge! And believeyouMe...you don wanna know where I'm gonna put it! Now, be nice!(or I'm gonna tell Phfather Phfrank!)
i would love to have my feet washed by bruno :]
Phfrit, there's a HUGE difference between a shoulder washer and a foot washer, is he bi?
you mean does he ride a bicycle?
I'm gonna be happy when it works...
shoulders are a SORE subject with me =:(
Alright you'uns, enough flaplappery when I'm not paying attention.
Gal, put me back on the fridge(I know ya wanna).
Phfritz, not gonna happen.
McBi, AM NOT!!!
Phfrankie,AKA - odd ball, good job.
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