Last night I went back to boring cylinders. Plenty of work for a guy who was gonna take the summer off. Blown up Sportster engines, cases full of bead blast, broken cases, etc. I like it when it's hot & muggy. Fan blowin' on you. Dickies work shorts, apron, pen in the pocket . . . the smell of honing oil, cast iron dust, heat, sweat, old grease. Like walking into the machine shop at NAPA. I hand formed an aluminum weld with my variety of carbide cutters as the oil-less compressor hummed away. Cutting aluminum, keep it slow or moderate. Smooth out the rough stuff with a disk . . . Makin' dreams become reality over here. Somebody's gotta do it - nobody wants to work on this shit anymore. Some days - I can see why.