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the only cleaner i know that will clean them well is kerosene but it does have a smell to it.
If i hit the lotto im buying a new top handle everyday , when the beer whistle blows im gonna throw it just to watch it fall to its demise , im gonna go down as one of the greatest saw punishers of all time..maybe that will help me get a little more trim now and then , not to mention some cool pics for the SPC and the DORE clubs of AS..who you callin daddy now ?
stuff of urban legend right there, like johnny appleseed sowing fruit as he travelled, your legacy can be the fallen husks of once great saws left in your wake to show young fallers the path to greatness, gonna be a damn Disney movie I tell ya,
the final scene shows your faithful groundie polishing the remains as you head off into the sunset
sequel anybody?? cha-ching
These are a couple of sick posts.
I missed SAWMIKIZED and read them together riding shotgun to work just about the time I was losing service for the day. As I was nearing the end of Dave's post with the sound of; "I am Iron man" blasting through the speakers, I could feel my eyes get wide as I was falling into the theme. Anxious in Desperation to have her in my hands at that very moment turning 16 grand. On arrival as I jumped out to start the quad I realizing this by far the coldest day of the year and snapped me out of it. On return to the truck I suggested to the other Faller;
"Since its so cold maybe I could fetch our saws and bring them in to the truck and polish them". So naturally he agrees. Despite the fact being; Its turn-key, basically, if we don't lay it down,they don't pay it down.
So about an hour and a half later of melting snow and such, we are all ready to punish our XPW's. Well within a half hour the carbs are freezing, racing up. Then the throttle cables iced up wide open. Didn't have any Iso or methyl hydrate so lit a small fire and poped the cap to defrost cable. Went to test it and the starter palls were frozen open and the vent froze too, spending the rest of the day opening the cap every 90 seconds. Not a single problem since day one (Dec 1st) until we but them close to heat.
And the moral of the story is:
Don't baby them, they are not you friend, they will bite the hand that feeds them and bleeds them
That's funny stuff Dave , I'm digging it.
I'm down with a Sequel????????
Reference to High Plains Drifter came to mind right away.???Hight Plains polisher meets the punisher. and the punishers a ghost that was done wrong by his saw?
If your saw ices up ,put duct tape on the lower half of the recoil cover to restrict airflow so the saw warms up ,if you had a stihl you could polish the factory winter cover View attachment 471021
Stealth mode on that saw ,no sticker ,sleeper saw when i pull up to the stop light ,do not want my competition knowing whats under the hood
That's some of the deepest sh!t I ever read on this website...it's not just the 12 beers either.These are a couple of sick posts.
I missed SAWMIKIZED and read them together riding shotgun to work just about the time I was losing service for the day. As I was nearing the end of Dave's post with the sound of; "I am Iron man" blasting through the speakers, I could feel my eyes get wide as I was falling into the theme. Anxious in Desperation to have her in my hands at that very moment turning 16 grand. On arrival as I jumped out to start the quad I realizing this by far the coldest day of the year and snapped me out of it. On return to the truck I suggested to the other Faller;
"Since its so cold maybe I could fetch our saws and bring them in to the truck and polish them". So naturally he agrees. Despite the fact being; Its turn-key, basically, if we don't lay it down,they don't pay it down.
So about an hour and a half later of melting snow and such, we are all ready to punish our XPW's. Well within a half hour the carbs are freezing, racing up. Then the throttle cables iced up wide open. Didn't have any Iso or methyl hydrate so lit a small fire and poped the cap to defrost cable. Went to test it and the starter palls were frozen open and the vent froze too, spending the rest of the day opening the cap every 90 seconds. Not a single problem since day one (Dec 1st) until we but them close to heat.
And the moral of the story is:
Don't baby them, they are not you friend, they will bite the hand that feeds them and bleeds them
That's funny stuff Dave , I'm digging it.
I'm down with a Sequel????????
Reference to High Plains Drifter came to mind right away.???Hight Plains polisher meets the punisher. and the punishers a ghost that was done wrong by his saw?
That's some of the deepest sh!t I ever read on this website...it's not just the 12 beers either.
This would imply there was a time I was actually getting some at some point....silly sawmikazeNot gettin any again eh ' ?
Stealth mode on that saw ,no sticker ,sleeper saw when i pull up to the stop light ,do not want my competition knowing whats under the hood View attachment 471027
That was beautifulI am picturing you pulling up at the traffic light with the top down on a vintage mustang, next to a young punk in his daddy's Porsche "bumpin' da jamz" on daddy's stereo. You give him the eye and he turns down the craptastic white noise enough to yell out the window "wanna race old man?" with a sneer on his face that clearly says he disrespects humanity and is worth less than a pre-chewed lump of double bubble on the bottom of a bus stop bench. Your face is alight as you yell back over engines and urban thump " hell yeah lets go little girl!!!!". His expression changes from dazed teen apathy, to confusion to terror, as you pull the Hybrid from behind the seat and pull start/piss rev it in the street. As he races off to find another hit of Molly he realizes that perhaps his life experience to this point has not provided him with a basis to truly understand that he is more of a tool than your saw. You shake your lion's mane of shoulder length sun bleached hair as your throw back your head and laugh at the top of you lungs in perfect harmony to the pitch of the wide open spinning steel (Stihl).
Tarantino could probably direct the scene with the edge that it deserves, but you would probably both have to scream the "N" word a couple of times if he did.
I am picturing you pulling up at the traffic light with the top down on a vintage mustang, next to a young punk in his daddy's Porsche "bumpin' da jamz" on daddy's stereo. You give him the eye and he turns down the craptastic white noise enough to yell out the window "wanna race old man?" with a sneer on his face that clearly says he disrespects humanity and is worth less than a pre-chewed lump of double bubble on the bottom of a bus stop bench. Your face is alight as you yell back over engines and urban thump " hell yeah lets go little girl!!!!". His expression changes from dazed teen apathy, to confusion to terror, as you pull the Hybrid from behind the seat and pull start/piss rev it in the street. As he races off to find another hit of Molly he realizes that perhaps his life experience to this point has not provided him with a basis to truly understand that he is more of a tool than your saw. You shake your lion's mane of shoulder length sun bleached hair as your throw back your head and laugh at the top of your lungs in perfect harmony to the pitch of the wide open spinning steel (Stihl).
Tarantino could probably direct the scene with the edge that it deserves, but you would probably both have to scream the "N" word a couple of times if he did.
I am picturing you pulling up at the traffic light with the top down on a vintage mustang, next to a young punk in his daddy's Porsche "bumpin' da jamz" on daddy's stereo. You give him the eye and he turns down the craptastic white noise enough to yell out the window "wanna race old man?" with a sneer on his face that clearly says he disrespects humanity and is worth less than a pre-chewed lump of double bubble on the bottom of a bus stop bench. Your face is alight as you yell back over engines and urban thump " hell yeah lets go little girl!!!!". His expression changes from dazed teen apathy, to confusion to terror, as you pull the Hybrid from behind the seat and pull start/piss rev it in the street. As he races off to find another hit of Molly he realizes that perhaps his life experience to this point has not provided him with a basis to truly understand that he is more of a tool than your saw. You shake your lion's mane of shoulder length sun bleached hair as your throw back your head and laugh at the top of your lungs in perfect harmony to the pitch of the wide open spinning steel (Stihl).
Tarantino could probably direct the scene with the edge that it deserves, but you would probably both have to scream the "N" word a couple of times if he did.
But you have, restored, repainted, prettied-up, and polished, several collectible, shelf-queeen saws in past threads!My work saws get blown off with compressed air when put away...nothing more.
Absolutely. Those saws don't get used, or used very rarely and put back on the shelf. My work saws don't get that treatment.But you have, restored, repainted, prettied-up, and polished, several collectible, shelf-queeen saws in past threads!
Philbert
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