...and I also have a four wheel dolly because to be honest it's an inch or so lower than I intended......
Well that dolly idea didn't quite work ....so I figured I'd make one that the front wheels would sit in, that would give it plenty of clearance....the thing was I went to hook the mig up to zip up the dolly and the moment I touched the tap on the bottle I knew what had happened, I almost never do it, and I know what you're going to say..but I have a rule, turn the gas off
beforeyou turn the power off, that way it doesn't happen, but..I'd left the gas on last time I was at it....it was low anyway.
You bewdy, no mig-gas and no time to get more. It was stick time........the last time I used it was 2005 when my old mig died and I had to make a gate ,so the rods weren't gonna be fresh...I learnt to weld when I was eleven when my dad bought this little 2 phase arc welder, these days you can buy a better one for three dollars that weighs less than a mobile phone but it does hold some sentimental value..I laid some decent beads, and some birdshit too...but I got I away with it ..............I think.
I have to say the moment it fired up and that smell hit my nose my mind was immediately back in my old man's shed and I was trying to weld bike frame tube to make a chopper.... I had one with the stupidest forks you ever saw and a chain wheel welded onto the rear cog, you could mono it up hill it was so low geared , I made a mono-shock rear with a coil-over off a Honda 90 that really worked...A friend rode it into an irrigation channel and nearly drowned when his hand got caught in the back wheel trying to retrieve it....Strangely, the other kid who was with us when this happened had nearly drowned too , in an irrigation channel the year before towing his brother behind a dirt bike on skis, yes, true. His brother did a sharp cut away from the bank which just whipped the bike straight in, Wayne got his arm caught in those weird hand protector things that some 70's bikes had on the bars and panicked , he was screaming, just able to keep his face above the water while his brother stood on the bank laughing......then the bike slipped and he went under, his brother fearing a hiding from their dad decided he should help.That was just ONE of the dangerous things I saw , or heard the Ibbott boys pull involving motorbikes. Breaking the forks off, resulting in a really nasty end over, falling off a bike doing a wheelie and barely missing their mother and sister( in pram), having a tennis racquet fall off a rack on the way to the school bus-stop and ending up trapped under the bike with the unshielded exhaust on Wayne's leg.I remember Wayne showing me the burn at school, he couldn't tell his folks.."it was a new racket my dad will kill me", he should have been in hospital. I got mixed up in a test ride when Brad had re-geared a bike, I jumped on the back, he rode with demented abandon....slid the bike sideways ...I can remember him laughing, all he was thinking about was scaring me, I was looking at the six inch deep cut-drain I could see looming , the bike hit it both wheels at once ,got airborne in a sort of barrel roll and landed on Brad's arm, I was unmarked but he was pretty badly hurt. His mum screamed at me like she was possessed and rang my mum to come and get me....he'd tried to kill me, he was her fault.
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