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Where's My Bike (post #159551)

wotnow on Tue, 11/30/2010 - 00:41
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Has anyone seen my bike? I left it somewhere around here a short time ago.

Saw this on a Cycling calendar, thought it would appeal to some of you woodies out there.

You don't mess with mother nature (or trees)

wot

I started out with nothing...and I still have most of it left!
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That makes me want to go (post #159551, reply #1 of 5)

by swenson in reply to wotnow [original] on Tue, 11/30/2010 - 06:09

That makes me want to go right out and buy a metal detector before I make another cut. In fact that picture could be used effectively by the manufacturers of metal detectors in an ad campaign.

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swenson, ya know, i had (post #159551, reply #3 of 5)

by Eef in reply to swenson [original] on Tue, 11/30/2010 - 08:45

swenson,

ya know, i had precisely the same thought.  last year i hit a big fat staple that was stuck in the end of the board where it could not be seen.  freakin thing hit me in the neck and to this day it is still there.

eef

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Poison (post #159551, reply #2 of 5)

by BruceS in reply to wotnow [original] on Tue, 11/30/2010 - 07:03
I guess this means that the Tree Hemlock can be poison too. At least to woodworkers.

Work Safe,  Count to 10 when your done for the day !!

Bruce S. 

 

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  Dang , I hate when that (post #159551, reply #4 of 5)

by oldusty in reply to wotnow [original] on Tue, 11/30/2010 - 22:59

  Dang , I hate when that happens .

                        d

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wot, Your photo brought to (post #159551, reply #5 of 5)

by joinerswork in reply to wotnow [original] on Wed, 12/01/2010 - 06:22

wot,

Your photo brought to mind an old memory.  As a small child, I used to go with my mother to visit her Uncle Maynard, who lived in a beautiful old home high in the Blue Ridge Mtns.  One thing that impressed me was a large tree in his side yard that was growing up thru the iron rim from a horse-drawn buggy's wheel.  The rim was likely better than 3' diameter, and the remarkable thing was that the tree's trunk nearly filled the rim.  There was just about 6" of slack, enough to pick the rim off the ground and move it around.  It was a mute reminder of a quirky notion taken by someone, a long time before.

Ray