Yesterday I serviced the little Kubota tractor, as my uncle needs to use it.
Then I broke out the oxyacetylene torch and heated up the tabs on my pre-crashed crash bars (they were like ten bucks for the pair, too cheap not to buy) and straightened them out.
Since I had done the hard work of wheeling the torch rig out of the garage (very heavy steel tanks on a heavy steel dolly with small wheels, dragged through muddy gravel) that I'd cut into the old water tanks from the solar heating system that I've been recycling.
Have to get through steel, Styrofoam insulation, more steel, and concrete to get to the yummy copper center (almost $3/pound).
Then I broke out the oxyacetylene torch and heated up the tabs on my pre-crashed crash bars (they were like ten bucks for the pair, too cheap not to buy) and straightened them out.
Since I had done the hard work of wheeling the torch rig out of the garage (very heavy steel tanks on a heavy steel dolly with small wheels, dragged through muddy gravel) that I'd cut into the old water tanks from the solar heating system that I've been recycling.
Have to get through steel, Styrofoam insulation, more steel, and concrete to get to the yummy copper center (almost $3/pound).
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shesinparties:
dude, you have been busy lately! good point about "apartments" 
twelve:
I always found my dad's oxyacetylene torch terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.