I'm not 20 anymore.

I bought a lathe- 465 lbs with the crate, 370 lbs net just the tool. They put it in my truck with a fork lift and when the suspension groaned a bit, my wife looked at me… she didn’t say anything but I thought “what have I done?”

I told my son, “I’ll need some help if you can spare the time.” We opened the crate and he carried the legs, about 100 lbs, to the shop. I carried the tools and extras box. I took off the tailstock and tool rest, maybe 40 lbs, and carried them down. When I got back he said, “Dad, I think I got this. Just follow me real close and be ready with the dolly when I get down.”

230 lbs -he picked it up and muscled it into the house, down the stairs and into my shop.

So thankful for this young man. I’m not 20 years old any more, either.

Remind me not to mess with your son!

Terry