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We saw it here, so try to maximize quarter and rift sawn. But yes, in general it's expensive to buy.

I'm not sure I could even afford oak, of we didn't have the mill and access to the acres of hardwoods. To be honest, I never look at the retail price. We've even used it for trusses for buildings.

It can even make bird's-eye, like maple does. The effect is interesting, and it's super rare. We do have some set aside, from the only tree we've ever encountered.
Our house in Pa. circa 1950 had rough sawn oak beams and rafters. Not sure why, it did have concrete block basement. I had to use screw to put up wire clmps or anything for that matter. I could not pound a screw into it. I was glad when I found saber self drilling screws.
 
Same,taught mine after I taught them how to change a tyre, amazing how many people call for roadside assistance to change a tyre, some basics things can help people stay alive
I learned how to change a tire/tyre by watching my father change one when I was 6 or 7 years old.

I remembered which compartment the jack was stashed in the back of my SUV.

And yet - that simple, skinny little hand jack does sweet fuck all when you need to actually change a tire.

Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers who will stop and help when they see a single female doing their best on the side of the road.

If not for the sheriff's deputy and random mechanic that both stopped to assist that hot summer day in 2018, I am pretty sure I would still be on the side of the road saying, "Just once more and we'll have it." :ROFLMAO:

If I had an engineering degree, I would make my millions by creating a pocket-sized hydraulic jack that fits in the back of a car without taking up any more room than a spare tire/tyre would.

Because surely in this day and age we have the technology and know-how to make that happen!!
*stamps foot for emphasis*

And although my jack would be in basic matte black, I would even insist that we make a model in pink ...with glitter!! IYKYK
 
I had a dream this morning just before I woke up that I was driving over Schooleys Mountain near where I live. It was snowing as I was driving, it wasn’t necessarily treacherous, but I was going to moderate speed and cars were piling up behind me. Typical jersey drivers in their SUVs. They think they can drive fast and stop just as fast.

As I was coming off the hill and into Hackettstown, I noticed that there was a car who had driven off the road. I stopped to help them, and it was none other than Sir Mick Jagger!

I’m playing a cool, like I have no idea who he is, trying not to be a finding stones fan. I get his car unstuck (some really nice and high-end BMW) and then I suddenly turned into a blubbering idiot drones fanboyband telling him how I think let it bleed is the best album of all time! Even the tracks that don’t get a lot of aircppayvare fabulous. “I’ve got the silver…” I’m going on and on and on about this album and also the album beggars‘s banquet. (Jigsaw puzzle and stray cat blues.)

Poor Mack is a trapped audience, but he’s totally cool about it and telling me great stories and anecdotes about how he and Charlie were absolutely blitzed writing one of the songs I was mentioning. We both raised an imaginary toast to Charlie, before I got three good selfies of me and Sir Mick!Bea

Then I drove off of Schooleys Mountain and into the center of Cincinnati… and was partying with a Portuguese and Spanish couple

Just sharing in case anyone wants to see inside my crazy mind!
Beats the hell out of mine. Retired 10 years this coming March, and I'm still having work dreams, always people bringing problems to me, that I wake up and say, now how am I going to solve that? Not an every day thing, thankfully.
Just recently, in one of my dreams, someone brought a welding two dis-similar metals problem to me. I came up with, what I thought was a novel solution, and woke up, looking for my notebook to sketch out my solution. Then my awake-brain said, wth are you doing, it was a dream.

Whenever, I've met celebrities in my dreams, I've always been cool, feigning to not recognizing them, kind of weird I know.
 
Just recently, in one of my dreams, someone brought a welding two dis-similar metals problem to me. I came up with, what I thought was a novel solution, and woke up, looking for my notebook to sketch out my solution. Then my awake-brain said, wth are you doing, it was a dream.
At least your work dreams sound like they serve a practical purpose.
Mine? I'm in the code tables like a cross between Tron and The Matrix. :rolleyes:
Exhausting and nothing to show for it once I wake.
 
If I had an engineering degree, I would make my millions by creating a pocket-sized hydraulic jack that fits in the back of a car without taking up any more room than a spare tire/tyre would
That reminds me of the first time I used the jack supplied in my old '63 VW Beetle. It looked like a toy. The main section looked similar to the old kickstands on bicycles, with a small pancake-sized base that sits on the road. But I figured those crafty Germans must have designed something that actually works; and it did work, more or less.
 
At least your work dreams sound like they serve a practical purpose.
Mine? I'm in the code tables like a cross between Tron and The Matrix. :rolleyes:
Exhausting and nothing to show for it once I wake.
Mine are usually frustrating as well. I'm always performing the type of work I did, but in facilities that often look run down, even bombed out, and my dream co-workers are always new, unknown people, who seem to know me, but not the reverse.
 
At least your work dreams sound like they serve a practical purpose.
Mine? I'm in the code tables like a cross between Tron and The Matrix. :rolleyes:
Exhausting and nothing to show for it once I wake.
But are you using a hex editor, or just a text editor?

Last week I was editing files on a hex editor. Talking about looking like the matrix...
 
I learned how to change a tire/tyre by watching my father change one when I was 6 or 7 years old.

I remembered which compartment the jack was stashed in the back of my SUV.

And yet - that simple, skinny little hand jack does sweet fuck all when you need to actually change a tire.

Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers who will stop and help when they see a single female doing their best on the side of the road.

If not for the sheriff's deputy and random mechanic that both stopped to assist that hot summer day in 2018, I am pretty sure I would still be on the side of the road saying, "Just once more and we'll have it." :ROFLMAO:

If I had an engineering degree, I would make my millions by creating a pocket-sized hydraulic jack that fits in the back of a car without taking up any more room than a spare tire/tyre would.

Because surely in this day and age we have the technology and know-how to make that happen!!
*stamps foot for emphasis*

And although my jack would be in basic matte black, I would even insist that we make a model in pink ...with I’m glad
Most people that stop are kind and helpful Likes, a lot of modern cars have those silly half tyres nowadays
 
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