Spent less than 10 minutes cleaning up the drill press table – shiny!
Spent a few minutes experimenting on the drill press today.
And so it begins.
The drill press table isn’t crusty & rusty exactly, but it’s definitely seen better days.
I started with the fine emery cloth.
A bit brighter.
Then I hit it with some #1 steel wool
The previous owner hit the table with the drill bits, I swear.
I applied a coat of the paste wax when I was done to protect the cast iron from oxygen.
Literally six minutes between the first & third photos, according to the time stamps in my photo library. I wonder how shiny I could get the table if I went to work with some polishing compounds.
I also (fucking finally) remounted the paddle switch on the drill press, using a piece of scrap that I found in the corner of the garage.
I was planning to put that horrible angle on the bottom, but there’s a huge knot (probably why this was in the scrap bin) that I was concerned would blow out if I drove a screw through it.
With a bachelors degree in history, I turn wrenches for a living. I’m most at peace when I hear the wind in the trees or the gurgle of a brook. I’m a believer in the Renaissance Man, as epitomized by DaVinci engineer, artist, soldier, statesman. As Heinlein said, “A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”
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