What happened?

[Fly320s]

Someone unplug the server?

[Tuco]

One of the cross beams had gone out askew on the treadle.

[230RN]

Patience comes to he who waits. --Terry Wissermann, ca. 2003

Was about to start making inquiries about it, when lo, there it was again.

"One of the cross beams had gone out askew on the treadle." --Tuco, 2022

Good one. Like.  Will steal without giving you credit.  Problem with that?  Have your lawyer call my lawyer.

Terry, 230RN

[Devonai]

One of the cross beams had gone out askew on the treadle.

The server is a sewing machine, makes sense to me.

[gunsmith]

Someone unplug the server?

WE WERE TALKING ABOUT YOU AND DIDN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW,oop's I was shouting, notheing to do with forgetting my cap lock was on.

[230RN]

Holy cow.  I haven't thought of treadle sewing machines in decades.  Pop bought one for Mom for the summer house out in Ronkonkoma Long Island.  It was a year or two before they brought power out to our area and Mom loved to sew.

I used to love poking around in and under it to observe all the complex actions.  I do believe that was what stimulated my interest in mechanics.   I was 9 or 10 and right around then Pop gave me an air compresssor to disassemble and reassemble and the reward in seeing it work after I put it all back together again stuck with me forever, yea, even unto today. I also remember my Mom getting annoyed at how dirty my hands got, yea, even unto today.

I suspect if it ever got that deep, a psychotherapist might conclude fantasize that my love of fixing stuff and getting my hands dirty was a subconscious payback to my mother.  Well, maybe, but I figure all psychotherapists have to be crazy in the first place to become psychotherapists.

Terry, 230RN

[WLJ]

The server is a sewing machine, makes sense to me.

And here I though it was a bunch of drunken monkeys with abacuses

[230RN]

[RoadKingLarry]

Holy cow.  I haven't thought of treadle sewing machines in decades.  Pop bought one for Mom for the summer house out in Ronkonkoma Long Island.  It was a year or two before they brought power out to our area and Mom loved to sew.

I used to love poking around in and under it to observe all the complex actions.  I do believe that was what stimulated my interest in mechanics.   I was 9 or 10 and right around then Pop gave me an air compresssor to disassemble and reassemble and the reward in seeing it work after I put it all back together again stuck with me forever, yea, even unto today. I also remember my Mom getting annoyed at how dirty my hands got, yea, even unto today.

I suspect if it ever got that deep, a psychotherapist might conclude fantasize that my love of fixing stuff and getting my hands dirty was a subconscious payback to my mother.  Well, maybe, but I figure all psychotherapists have to be crazy in the first place to become psychotherapists.

Terry, 230RN

I've got an old Singer shoe patch machine I use regularly that is on a treadle base. Great for light to medium weight leather and heavy canvas work. Gives me a heck of a leg workout on bigger projects.
Machine and base are cast iron, takes a minimum of two strong people to move it or take it apart and move it in pieces.
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