"You smell way to good to be working here."
"You listen to the Cro-Mags? Dood, you gotta. I was all about them in my early years. I will bring 'em in tomorrow. Cro-Mags and Minor Threat, that was me in high school. I also had dreads in high school- me and Mark both did. But that's another story."
"Can't find your lighter, huh? You should just borrow someone's. That's what I do- haven't bought a lighter in five years. Kevin, never let me borrow your lighter."
I built a wheel from start to finish today. Ran the disc in the CNC. Turned it down/ champfered it on the lathe. Dead-blew it into the rim body and pressed it to fit. Balanced the wheel for lateral run-out. Tac-welded it into place in 16 spots (fun, but scary). Pressure-cleaned the weld and put it on a pallet bound for the powder-coaters. Repeated as desired. I'm not a truck dude, and big-rigs aren't really my scene, but I was still kind of proud of my work. It's cool to see the (almost) finished work.
The welding is the best part. Makes a righteous sound and emits a gorgeous light (not to be looked at directly). Scary but fun, and one feels manly as shit while doing it, for whatever that's worth!
