Lifting and moving
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when it hit the shop floor... i looked at my vacuum bag and then back at the press and thought what have i done, no regrets for i have the space but there was that moment or threethouser wrote:Looking at your cold press I now remember why I invested in a vacuum press. Ok 10 minutes away I also have access to both a 5 x 12 cold press and a 60 section hot press.
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mystry_tour
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well Pete the floor has been poured and I am letting it settle for about 3 more weeks. Then I will be takeing a vacation from work and getting all of the machines into the shop. Snowflake, shaper, oliver 232. Millbury, State, compressor, wood working tables......damn I need a nap just thinking about it.
I fought to keep the Gov. in power......they keep screwing around I'll fight to get rid of them.
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mystry_tour
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Mystry you can simply edit your post if you want, or you should be able to follow nico instructions to reduce at photobucket, and it should take care of itself.
see here for nico instructions
http://machinejunkie.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=198
thanks
pete
Ah, Now we are onto page two, I must start digging for more pics
see here for nico instructions
http://machinejunkie.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=198
thanks
pete
Ah, Now we are onto page two, I must start digging for more pics
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klavelle72
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Pete,
There is no need to let this thread die. I'll just go back through and post each one of my acquisition/removal stories. Here is one from Feb. 2003.
Hi All,
Some time back there were some posts about a barnfull of old stuff
on ebay. Well...
I bought one of this seller's machines (Jos O Colladay 4 head
molder), and 2 motors, a 15HP and a 5HP. I tried a road trip to
pick the stuff up, but had to turn back when we hit the icy
Appalachians. Fortunately for me, another guy near me had bought
the entire remaining shop after the other buyers backed out. As I
was pulling my trailer with a minivan, we decided to join forces and
take his truck with my trailer. Pretty good of him, as I had sniped
the Colladay machine from him in the last 45 seconds.
The shop was amazing. It was a time capsule. Nothing had been run
or moved for 50 years. The building was still sound with no water
coming down on the machines. It was built like a barn, with the
machines unfortunately on the second floor. All machines were still
attached to the central pulley line with flat belts intact, motors
intact, and homemade guards built around the pulleys. We decided
that renting a forklift was the only way to get the stuff out and
loaded, so away we went. Here is a list of the machines and
prices. I'll post pics of my machine later.
1. Jos O Colladay 4 head molder with an old craftsman 4"jointer and
about 30lbs of babbitt ingots thrown in.... $202.50
2. 15HP and 5HP motor... $110.00
3. multi-purpose machine of unknown make consisting of a 12"
jointer, approx 16" bandsaw, tablesaw, and lathe
4. DeWalt 16" radial arm saw pat 1925
5. Fay & Egan shaper with flat belt double cone reversible
drive...BIG
6. old foot pedal mortiser
7. Rockwell drill press with mortising attachment
Items 3-8 totalled $800. And the seller spent half a day operating
the forklift and getting us loaded. It was a truly wonderful trip.
Eric
Machine pic is here, and has since been restored:
http://www.owwm.com/PhotoIndex/detail.asp?id=398
There is no need to let this thread die. I'll just go back through and post each one of my acquisition/removal stories. Here is one from Feb. 2003.
Hi All,
Some time back there were some posts about a barnfull of old stuff
on ebay. Well...
I bought one of this seller's machines (Jos O Colladay 4 head
molder), and 2 motors, a 15HP and a 5HP. I tried a road trip to
pick the stuff up, but had to turn back when we hit the icy
Appalachians. Fortunately for me, another guy near me had bought
the entire remaining shop after the other buyers backed out. As I
was pulling my trailer with a minivan, we decided to join forces and
take his truck with my trailer. Pretty good of him, as I had sniped
the Colladay machine from him in the last 45 seconds.
The shop was amazing. It was a time capsule. Nothing had been run
or moved for 50 years. The building was still sound with no water
coming down on the machines. It was built like a barn, with the
machines unfortunately on the second floor. All machines were still
attached to the central pulley line with flat belts intact, motors
intact, and homemade guards built around the pulleys. We decided
that renting a forklift was the only way to get the stuff out and
loaded, so away we went. Here is a list of the machines and
prices. I'll post pics of my machine later.
1. Jos O Colladay 4 head molder with an old craftsman 4"jointer and
about 30lbs of babbitt ingots thrown in.... $202.50
2. 15HP and 5HP motor... $110.00
3. multi-purpose machine of unknown make consisting of a 12"
jointer, approx 16" bandsaw, tablesaw, and lathe
4. DeWalt 16" radial arm saw pat 1925
5. Fay & Egan shaper with flat belt double cone reversible
drive...BIG
6. old foot pedal mortiser
7. Rockwell drill press with mortising attachment
Items 3-8 totalled $800. And the seller spent half a day operating
the forklift and getting us loaded. It was a truly wonderful trip.
Eric
Machine pic is here, and has since been restored:
http://www.owwm.com/PhotoIndex/detail.asp?id=398
Eric, your story reminds me of one from my past, pre camera days. My first epic adventure out of school. We warmly refer to the shop and trip as "the Mill Mine" a name referring to the numerous milling machines we took out.
My part of the story starts with a phone call from mr Douglas one february evening early in 1997. He's offering to sell me a bridgeport mill and trying to see how much it is worth to me. He has a line on a shop in Connecticut and is trying to figure out how to make it work.
Three evenings later, Douglas and I are partners on the shop, me 1/3 he 2/3's. The deal is that we take the whole shop and clear it to the walls for $5500. We decide to bid $6000 if we can take just what we want, we don't yet realize how smart a move this will turn out to be.
Our bid gets accepted. We plan the move for mid march.
The plan is for Douglas to rent a truck in Baltimore and drive up north to my place in NY State, then the next day to drive over and start the move. There is supposedly a loading dock but douglas rents a truck with a liftgate, another move that will turn out to be unknowingly brilliant.
Douglas shows up to get the truck at the rental place, he fills out some paperwork, and the guy takes him out to get the truck. They walk into the yard and all douglas sees are these huge trucks. The Guy says, "oh yours is parked behind them", they walk over, "oh wait, one of these is yours." The rental guy starts eyeing up young mr Douglas, he asks to see Douglas' drivers license worrying that he might not be legal driving this goliath. Douglas at the time still has a New Hampshire drivers license. The rental guy looks at it with a puzzled stare. Douglas sees his opportunity. The guy asks what class license it is, Douglas points at the word operator, he says, "It's an Operator, I Operate things" He quickly grabs the license, Jumps into the truck, grinds it into gear and pulls out, all the while the rental guy is shaking his head. BTW all new hampshire drivers licenses say "operator"
Six hours later I hear air brakes let go a big sigh like an eighteen wheeler has pulled into my driveway, I go out to see, I can't believe the size of the truck douglas has rented, as with the rest of this story, this will be more dumb luck in our favor.
We set out early the next morning to Connecticut. Our plan is to load the truck and return to my house- about a two hour drive. We are young, inexperienced and way out of touch with a number of very important pieces of information that are going to drastically affect us over the next three days.
We eagerly show up at the site and begin our plan of attack. This is a classic connecticut shop, carved into the hillside with classic yankee ingenuity. A classic northeastern owner who decided that everything might come in handy at some future point. I should mention the owner is three years expired, and we are buying this from his widow, whose dream at this point is to park her car in the garage part of the shop. Anyway scouting the situation, we see there is a lot of stuff, I mean a lot.
The loading dock is up a grassy hill, that we manage to tear up with giant muddy ruts before we figure out that the truck will not make it anywhere close and that even if it did, it would sit at such a twisted steep angle that we would probably send machines right through it if we got them in.
Plan B the lift gate. To get to the part of the driveway we need to have the truck to run the liftgate douglas has to do a long back-up job. Those beepers are beeping away for a long time before I start waving my arms for him to stop. We are still 20' from the shop, but the truck is about to pull the power lines down. After some rummaging we find a board long enough for me to hold to lines up, while the truck is backed under them. Finally the truck is parked, we are ready to play with our new toys, we think nothing of the snow that is beginning to fall. We should have checked a weather forecast days earlier, but this is not something you do when you are in your mid-twenties pre internet. We are about to pay the price of our ignorance.
We spend the day organizing and loading. Our knowledge of machine tools is limited, we both took night school machine shop in college, and dabbled since, we are quite overwhelmed. Neither one of us had moved something as awkward as a bridgeport mill, we now had the chance to move four, also a 2000 lb metal lathe, and countless other stuff. We are told that the packed shop was actually quite empty compared to a month earlier when they hauled away 3 kellering machines. One was left, I think they were some sort of jig mill. Looking at the "small" one that was left, we were glad someone removed the "bigger" ones.
The shop was two levels. Old machines upstairs, really old machines downstairs, stuff everywhere, including inbetween. We were in heaven. we spent the day loading pallets with tooling, we each had our own piles going and there was plenty to go around.
All the while a major noreaster was pounding away outside. Given the snow and power line situation outside, we couldn't use the truck to get lunch, it was past three when our auctioneer friend who had brokered the deal came by and ran us down to the local deli. We hungrily ate our lunch and started planning for the evening. We were filthy, had no change of clothing, no vehicle other than the truck, and there was already more than a foot of snow coming down outside. The truck was also only half loaded, and we would not finish by that evening.
Things looked grim. Our solution was getting a ride from a friends father to a hotel. He picked us up around seven in a tiny dodge colt- you know the two door with no back seat. He drove like a maniac. I would have been uncomfortable with no snow at these speeds. Douglas and I later confirmed we were both thinking the same thing "heavy thoughts"- hoping our body weight would keep the car on the road, and we wanted to be as heavy as possible, I was shifting my weight in the back to match the curves all the while bracing for impact.
He drops us a what turns out to be a fancy upscale hotel and takes off. Douglas and I look like oil workers. We are slick and black with oil and what's worse do not have a change of clothing. To make things worse, right as we walk in douglas hands me the leftovers of his ham sandwich from lunch, it is poorly wrapped and there is mayo everywhere, i try to hold it behind my back out of site, I am severely worried that we are not going to be allowed to check into this hotel, and we have no other options.
To the clerks credit, he did not flinch, we just found our room to be the longest walk from he elevator- farthest from all the guests, next to the honeymoon suite.
The next morning misery was putting those grundgy clothes back on. It was a beautiful sunny day and outside there was nearly 20" of snow. We ended up getting the hotel shuttle to take us back to the mill-mine. approaching the side road, we saw it was covered in snow, so we had the driver drop us on the side of the road. I don't know what went through his mind as he watched the pair of us walk off into the woods via this tiny side road, but we were content. It was all good from here.
We each ended up with a 24' truckload of stuff. We left twice as much as we took, including four lathes in the basement. All in all it was quite the epic adventure.
pete
My part of the story starts with a phone call from mr Douglas one february evening early in 1997. He's offering to sell me a bridgeport mill and trying to see how much it is worth to me. He has a line on a shop in Connecticut and is trying to figure out how to make it work.
Three evenings later, Douglas and I are partners on the shop, me 1/3 he 2/3's. The deal is that we take the whole shop and clear it to the walls for $5500. We decide to bid $6000 if we can take just what we want, we don't yet realize how smart a move this will turn out to be.
Our bid gets accepted. We plan the move for mid march.
The plan is for Douglas to rent a truck in Baltimore and drive up north to my place in NY State, then the next day to drive over and start the move. There is supposedly a loading dock but douglas rents a truck with a liftgate, another move that will turn out to be unknowingly brilliant.
Douglas shows up to get the truck at the rental place, he fills out some paperwork, and the guy takes him out to get the truck. They walk into the yard and all douglas sees are these huge trucks. The Guy says, "oh yours is parked behind them", they walk over, "oh wait, one of these is yours." The rental guy starts eyeing up young mr Douglas, he asks to see Douglas' drivers license worrying that he might not be legal driving this goliath. Douglas at the time still has a New Hampshire drivers license. The rental guy looks at it with a puzzled stare. Douglas sees his opportunity. The guy asks what class license it is, Douglas points at the word operator, he says, "It's an Operator, I Operate things" He quickly grabs the license, Jumps into the truck, grinds it into gear and pulls out, all the while the rental guy is shaking his head. BTW all new hampshire drivers licenses say "operator"
Six hours later I hear air brakes let go a big sigh like an eighteen wheeler has pulled into my driveway, I go out to see, I can't believe the size of the truck douglas has rented, as with the rest of this story, this will be more dumb luck in our favor.
We set out early the next morning to Connecticut. Our plan is to load the truck and return to my house- about a two hour drive. We are young, inexperienced and way out of touch with a number of very important pieces of information that are going to drastically affect us over the next three days.
We eagerly show up at the site and begin our plan of attack. This is a classic connecticut shop, carved into the hillside with classic yankee ingenuity. A classic northeastern owner who decided that everything might come in handy at some future point. I should mention the owner is three years expired, and we are buying this from his widow, whose dream at this point is to park her car in the garage part of the shop. Anyway scouting the situation, we see there is a lot of stuff, I mean a lot.
The loading dock is up a grassy hill, that we manage to tear up with giant muddy ruts before we figure out that the truck will not make it anywhere close and that even if it did, it would sit at such a twisted steep angle that we would probably send machines right through it if we got them in.
Plan B the lift gate. To get to the part of the driveway we need to have the truck to run the liftgate douglas has to do a long back-up job. Those beepers are beeping away for a long time before I start waving my arms for him to stop. We are still 20' from the shop, but the truck is about to pull the power lines down. After some rummaging we find a board long enough for me to hold to lines up, while the truck is backed under them. Finally the truck is parked, we are ready to play with our new toys, we think nothing of the snow that is beginning to fall. We should have checked a weather forecast days earlier, but this is not something you do when you are in your mid-twenties pre internet. We are about to pay the price of our ignorance.
We spend the day organizing and loading. Our knowledge of machine tools is limited, we both took night school machine shop in college, and dabbled since, we are quite overwhelmed. Neither one of us had moved something as awkward as a bridgeport mill, we now had the chance to move four, also a 2000 lb metal lathe, and countless other stuff. We are told that the packed shop was actually quite empty compared to a month earlier when they hauled away 3 kellering machines. One was left, I think they were some sort of jig mill. Looking at the "small" one that was left, we were glad someone removed the "bigger" ones.
The shop was two levels. Old machines upstairs, really old machines downstairs, stuff everywhere, including inbetween. We were in heaven. we spent the day loading pallets with tooling, we each had our own piles going and there was plenty to go around.
All the while a major noreaster was pounding away outside. Given the snow and power line situation outside, we couldn't use the truck to get lunch, it was past three when our auctioneer friend who had brokered the deal came by and ran us down to the local deli. We hungrily ate our lunch and started planning for the evening. We were filthy, had no change of clothing, no vehicle other than the truck, and there was already more than a foot of snow coming down outside. The truck was also only half loaded, and we would not finish by that evening.
Things looked grim. Our solution was getting a ride from a friends father to a hotel. He picked us up around seven in a tiny dodge colt- you know the two door with no back seat. He drove like a maniac. I would have been uncomfortable with no snow at these speeds. Douglas and I later confirmed we were both thinking the same thing "heavy thoughts"- hoping our body weight would keep the car on the road, and we wanted to be as heavy as possible, I was shifting my weight in the back to match the curves all the while bracing for impact.
He drops us a what turns out to be a fancy upscale hotel and takes off. Douglas and I look like oil workers. We are slick and black with oil and what's worse do not have a change of clothing. To make things worse, right as we walk in douglas hands me the leftovers of his ham sandwich from lunch, it is poorly wrapped and there is mayo everywhere, i try to hold it behind my back out of site, I am severely worried that we are not going to be allowed to check into this hotel, and we have no other options.
To the clerks credit, he did not flinch, we just found our room to be the longest walk from he elevator- farthest from all the guests, next to the honeymoon suite.
The next morning misery was putting those grundgy clothes back on. It was a beautiful sunny day and outside there was nearly 20" of snow. We ended up getting the hotel shuttle to take us back to the mill-mine. approaching the side road, we saw it was covered in snow, so we had the driver drop us on the side of the road. I don't know what went through his mind as he watched the pair of us walk off into the woods via this tiny side road, but we were content. It was all good from here.
We each ended up with a 24' truckload of stuff. We left twice as much as we took, including four lathes in the basement. All in all it was quite the epic adventure.
pete
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klavelle72
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Pete, that's a great story. Tomorrow I'll tell the tale of my first big old machine move. It's not nearly as big as that haul, but it was plenty funny. If we both post one every other day or so, we can keep this thread going a couple months.
dadude, I'd never forget that upstate NY iron. I think that edge jointer will save my fingers from the old square head jointer I have, and the ripsaw will save an incredible amount of labor.
Eric
dadude, I'd never forget that upstate NY iron. I think that edge jointer will save my fingers from the old square head jointer I have, and the ripsaw will save an incredible amount of labor.
Eric
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mystry_tour
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OK guys,
I've not done that much heavy lifting but I will tell you it is a pleasure to read your adventures and very ....shall we say entertaining. But I am sure at the time of some of it some of it wasn't very funny. Thanks for the stories
I've not done that much heavy lifting but I will tell you it is a pleasure to read your adventures and very ....shall we say entertaining. But I am sure at the time of some of it some of it wasn't very funny. Thanks for the stories
I fought to keep the Gov. in power......they keep screwing around I'll fight to get rid of them.
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klavelle72
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I'll give the story of my first old iron acquisition. I was salvaging alot of barn timbers and knew that I'd need a bandsaw to resaw them into planks. It was spring of 2002, and I was only just becoming enlightened in the ways of old machinery, and after looking at Grizzly catalogs, decided I wanted something at least as big and powerful, but much cheaper than their high end resaw bandsaws. I looked on ebay to see what there was, and low and behold there is a 36" bandsaw only a few hours drive from me. At the time I knew nothing about 3 phase, babbitt bearings, machine repair or restoration, and only had a vague idea of how to run it, but I bought it anyway. Off I went with my '96 Chevy Lumina minivan pulling my 16ft trailer. I filled the gas tank right before I left, drove there, drove around town awhile, and went to the pickup spot. When I saw the size of the saw, I didn't say anything, but the thing that went through my mind was "holy s**t that's huge!" The guy with the forklift managed to crack the inner table by trying to pick it up by the table. They finally used a strap around the upper arm to load it. I filled the tank again just before heading home. I figured since I had more than enough gas to get there, I wouldn't bother to check the gas guage. What I didn't take into account was that the saw being 8ft tall, sideways to the wind, and having home made plywood guards caused a tremendous wind drag. I ran out of gas about 30 miles from home. My dad was with me, so of course I got to hear about that repeatedly for some time.
Upon arriving home, I managed to destroy my trailer jack by bottoming it out at my driveway entrance. So at this point I have this big bandsaw stuck on a trailer which is stuck on my van. I bought another jack and hauled the whole thing to a local guy who did welding, and he started looking the saw over. He said something about babbitt bearings, and of course I had no idea what he was talking about. He also mentioned the 3 phase motor, and I only had a vague idea of what that was. It was at that point I began studying the information on the internet and essentially taking a crash course in machine restoration, wiring, and research about the manufacturers.
The saw set on my trailer for a couple weeks while we closed on our next house. I let it set a little longer while I cleaned out the decent sized garage at the new-to-us house, and then decided it was time to unload it. But how? How does a guy who knows nothing unload a machine that weighs 1800lbs? My dad suggested we use one of my barn wrecking prybars to scoot it around on the trailer. We did that, then finally blocked the trailer up with the back near the ground, hooked a chain to the van and pulled it off....20ft from the garage door over gravel. I spent the next 4 or 5 hours inching it with a prybar to the garage, to find yet another obstacle...it was taller than the garage doorway. Being a greenhorn, I didn't know you could pull the top wheel pretty easily, so I put a big eye bolt in the top of the door frame, tipped the top of the machine into the garage keeping it from falling with a chain through the eye bolt. I then pried the bottom in and stood it up. Finally the saw was home.
I was later to find out the saw was made by the J. A. Fay Co. in the late 1800's. I was also to learn that the lower tire was dry rotted, the upper one was imbedded with metal shavings, and the motor was WAY too small at 1 1/2HP. They had been using it to cut metal in a machine shop. I learned even later that some bozo had let metal shavings get into the babbitt bearings and ruin not only the bearings but both the top and bottom shafts. Such fun! Fortunately, I met some machinists that were kind enough to make new shafts for the cost of materials. I learned how to repour the babbitts and install new tires. I cleaned it, repainted it, replaced the guide bearings, and now all I have to do is belt and wire the 5HP motor and starter and we're ready to roll. Here is a before pic. I've yet to take an updated one. It's now gloss black with yellow lettering.
http://www.owwm.com/PhotoIndex/detail.asp?id=397
Eric
Upon arriving home, I managed to destroy my trailer jack by bottoming it out at my driveway entrance. So at this point I have this big bandsaw stuck on a trailer which is stuck on my van. I bought another jack and hauled the whole thing to a local guy who did welding, and he started looking the saw over. He said something about babbitt bearings, and of course I had no idea what he was talking about. He also mentioned the 3 phase motor, and I only had a vague idea of what that was. It was at that point I began studying the information on the internet and essentially taking a crash course in machine restoration, wiring, and research about the manufacturers.
The saw set on my trailer for a couple weeks while we closed on our next house. I let it set a little longer while I cleaned out the decent sized garage at the new-to-us house, and then decided it was time to unload it. But how? How does a guy who knows nothing unload a machine that weighs 1800lbs? My dad suggested we use one of my barn wrecking prybars to scoot it around on the trailer. We did that, then finally blocked the trailer up with the back near the ground, hooked a chain to the van and pulled it off....20ft from the garage door over gravel. I spent the next 4 or 5 hours inching it with a prybar to the garage, to find yet another obstacle...it was taller than the garage doorway. Being a greenhorn, I didn't know you could pull the top wheel pretty easily, so I put a big eye bolt in the top of the door frame, tipped the top of the machine into the garage keeping it from falling with a chain through the eye bolt. I then pried the bottom in and stood it up. Finally the saw was home.
I was later to find out the saw was made by the J. A. Fay Co. in the late 1800's. I was also to learn that the lower tire was dry rotted, the upper one was imbedded with metal shavings, and the motor was WAY too small at 1 1/2HP. They had been using it to cut metal in a machine shop. I learned even later that some bozo had let metal shavings get into the babbitt bearings and ruin not only the bearings but both the top and bottom shafts. Such fun! Fortunately, I met some machinists that were kind enough to make new shafts for the cost of materials. I learned how to repour the babbitts and install new tires. I cleaned it, repainted it, replaced the guide bearings, and now all I have to do is belt and wire the 5HP motor and starter and we're ready to roll. Here is a before pic. I've yet to take an updated one. It's now gloss black with yellow lettering.
http://www.owwm.com/PhotoIndex/detail.asp?id=397
Eric
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mystry_tour
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Nice story Eric. I didn't realize you had been at this for such a short time. You have certainly been making up for lost time.
The next little interlude I have is a trip down to machinery values in New Jersey. They are supposedly one of the largest machine tool dealers in the nation, and command a strong presence on eBay. I of course knew nothing of this, I just liked the sensitive drill press I had bought on eBay from them for $25.
here's a pic of one of the bays of their warehouse.
So I drove down to get the tank, a beautiful little Hamilton precision drill press. Nothing spectacular happened with the load- it weighs only 125 lbs, and really there wouldn't be much of a story had it not been what was in the parking lot.
All over the parking lot were these familiar objects that I just couldn't place until I was just leaving, here are a couple of them.
Ok have you figured it out? I think I'll post the answer later......
The next little interlude I have is a trip down to machinery values in New Jersey. They are supposedly one of the largest machine tool dealers in the nation, and command a strong presence on eBay. I of course knew nothing of this, I just liked the sensitive drill press I had bought on eBay from them for $25.
here's a pic of one of the bays of their warehouse.
So I drove down to get the tank, a beautiful little Hamilton precision drill press. Nothing spectacular happened with the load- it weighs only 125 lbs, and really there wouldn't be much of a story had it not been what was in the parking lot.
All over the parking lot were these familiar objects that I just couldn't place until I was just leaving, here are a couple of them.
Ok have you figured it out? I think I'll post the answer later......
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klavelle72
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They are Richard Serra's Torqued Ellipses.
http://www.diacenter.org/exhibs_b/serra/
It was very cool to see them out of an art environment. I have since seen them at Dia Beacon and can say they are the highlight of their collection.
I having a feeling that the shop next to Machinery Values may have been the shop that fabricated them, they had some monster slip rolls, and I remember reading that there were very few shops that had the capacity to roll the thickness and width of plate that comprised the sculptures.
Pete
http://www.diacenter.org/exhibs_b/serra/
It was very cool to see them out of an art environment. I have since seen them at Dia Beacon and can say they are the highlight of their collection.
I having a feeling that the shop next to Machinery Values may have been the shop that fabricated them, they had some monster slip rolls, and I remember reading that there were very few shops that had the capacity to roll the thickness and width of plate that comprised the sculptures.
Pete