I know this is the time I usually write the Link of the Week, but, after the way I have treated you, I needed to write this letter of apology.
Do you remember the day we first met? It seems like yesterday. I was in that local Lowe’s, money in hand, looking all over the store for someone who could help me pick you up. I had read a lot about you, and thought that you and I would make a great pair. It took me a while, but I eventually got some help, and the sales associate told me to wait where I was.
Oh, how we laughed together when the sales guy brought out the forklift to carry you to our minivan. It’s a good thing that I remembered to take out the back seat, because you were so big, and you barely fit into back cargo area.
And, when I got you home, and none of the neighbors were around to help me cart you out of the van. Don’t you remember how I nearly broke my back attempting to haul you from the van to the shop? How I struggled single handedly to haul your top half on top of your bottom section and bolted you together?
Oh the promise of those early days! I was going to learn how to resaw, to make band sawn boxes, to cut thin strips for bending around forms…
But, it never felt right. You would struggle. You would stall. You would drift wildly.
I did everything I could to get you to work better. New highly-recommended blades. Books about how to properly tune you. Cool blocks. A rolling base.A Kreg precision band saw fence. The sky was the limit as far as I was concerned – you were MY band saw, and nothing was too good for you.
Then it happened. I went on vacation and used another saw. That band saw worked wonderfully. Oh, how it cut! Like the proverbial hot knife through butter. Everyone asked me when I was going to get my own band saw, and I didn’t have the heart to tell them about you and your pitiful performance.
After that, things were never the same between us. I said bad things about you on this blog and in front of the other power tools in the shop. Do you remember how I would growl at you when I had to resaw even the smallest board? “Why don’t you work like the other band saws?”
I know it must have hurt your feelings when I showed you the catalogs with other band saws in them. The Grizzlys. The Lagunas. The Generals. The Rikons. When I told shop visitors that I couldn’t wait to get a ‘real’ band saw that would actually do some work. When I turned to other tools to do the jobs that you should have been able to handle with little or no effort.
But, after all these years, all of these abuses, all of these libels and slanders, will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me for discovering last night that I never properly tensioned your drive belt the right way when I first set you up, and discovering that three turns of a 1/2″ bolt would have spared us all of this trauma in the first place?
P.S. Iggy can’t stop laughing. Seriously. I think he may blow out a lung.