You don’t know? Well I do. It’s not very nice. You know, it’s amazing there are things you have done a million times, then one day you forget. Sometimes it doesn’t matter, but this day it did.
A wood lathe is a piece of log which turns around at an incredible speed, and must be well supported. In this case, the length of timber would need to be held at both ends, known as the headstock and tailstock, or you’d be in trouble.
Now, for the interesting part, the thing was set up. The log was spinning away in all its glory. All well it seemed, and well balanced, except the tailstock had not been tightened.
Next on the agenda – in came stupid and drove a 30-centimetre chisel into the bowl of the circulating hunk of timber. God must have been with me that day, issuing me a warning. Luckily, there were no smashed teeth. No broken nose.
As a matter of fact, there were no notable injuries except a mark on my lip. My face is still sore and I can’t play the trombone at the moment. I was back that afternoon and finished my project, wearing a new face mask.
Another addition is a guard on my bandsaw. That might not be so forgiving, and I don’t want to give up playing the clarinet. To the people, like me, who enjoy dabbling in the shed, you will all make stupid mistakes, forget things and sometimes take risks.
You may not be as lucky as me. A whack in the face might do more than jolt your memory.
Rob Kutcher, Kadina