O.K. you're welcome. Don't ever call me sir again though... I'm from the north, it's offensive, kind of like saying 'bless your heart'.
you call one of our Canadian Forces members "Sir" they lose their minds......... their response: "Don't call me Sir, I WORK for a living"
Had to stiffen up some container lids today. Note the one in the back is a little droopy compared to the updated version. Left the angle long so they forklift operator could lad the lid in the blind and not have to worry about it falling in the container.
Made them pick them up with the forklift and I slid 4x4 lumber underneath. The ends are like 3” tall so I knew the 4x4 would be enough spacing to get them up off the ground and somewhat straight.
@ManOfSteel has been busy lately and unable to keep up much around here. He asked me to share a few pictures of him doing what he does best. You're welcome bro.
Thanks for having my back @IW17 lol. Just finished these carts up for Napa Auto Parts. Took me about a day and a half but it was a good learning experience.
My best friend bought a new ASV and wanted a way to keep his attachments organized and not laying all over the yard. Quick and simple job but it’s a little scratch in the pocket.
Had a repeat-customer call me the other day and tell me his guys ripped a wall off of one of his mason dumps. Rot city! This guy does $400k backyards so he loves to pay me too much money to get him back in business when he has problems. A new bed would cost about 2-3x as much as I what I charged him and a month of his truck being down. With me he was down 4 days because I couldn’t get there until this morning. Got some fresh steel and got to work! (My long-haired geisha helper) We removed all the rotted material and replaced it with stuff that’s as heavy as his truck frame, about 3X as thick as what was there previously. All done, door works again, nylon floor back in. Check comes in Monday.
nice mos. if i win the lottery you'll be the guy i'll go to build my zombiepocalypse bunker...complete with a massive room for my spam stockpile and industrial-grade stripper pole in the man cave