The gauge looked forlorn, unloved, abused. Donít remember how
I came by it, but it was destined for the rubbish. One last look
before I launch it into the rubbish binís gaping maw. The gauge
silently pleaded with me. It played on my weaknesses Ė lame dogs,
birds with broken wings, rusty old iron, busted wood! It caught
me out, it had me at a weak moment. Back to the bench it went.
"I can do it" I thought, "I can salvage this miserable piece
of unloved, abused toolery". Having resolved to proceed, here
are the words and pictures:
First thing Ė
strip it down to its most basic components. What a sad and
sorry bunch of bits. Is it worth it??
Deep cracks in the woodwork. Shall I make new wooden parts or
salvage the old? The answer was easy. After studying
the work required to make new, I resolved to salvage the old.
Bent wear strips.