Hot in the shop . . .

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.