My grandfather was a big part of why I chose to become an engineer. My first memories of tinkering were in his shop. When he passed away, I had the opportunity to inherit both his LeBlond lathe and Tree mill.
The first order of business was getting the machines from his shop in Kansas to my house in Colorado. My two uncles, my dad, and I spent a day and loaded them up in my truck and a rented trailer. Between some gratuitous use of a come-a-long and a few large levers, we were able to get the machines securely strapped down. I drove them to their new home in Colorado at 60mph with no issues.
Both of these machines had seen occasional use during the last 50 years or so. I’m not sure they have ever been overhauled during that time. EVERYTHING was covered in 50 years of dirt, oil, and grime. I tried to clean it up as best I could with most of the components in place. The deeper I dug, I came the sobering realization that in order to get this machine into the state I had been imagining, I would need to do a full tear down. Deep breath…. here we go!