Question: Would you stop?

[Weston Bye]

"This is metal related."

You sure it isn't wood related?

[dewat]

You sure it isn't wood related?

Good one !

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[cameron]

So, what was the pie tin, pressed, spun, hammer formed and planished?

We're waiting to hear!

Dave Cameron

[Willy]

Say you were driving the main street thru a small town and on your left side was a small strip of shops with large front glass windows.

Getting a fast glimpse of one window in particular that had a cute little maniquien with a short skirt bent over with pink polka dot panties and holding
a very large pie tin and an overhead sign that read,

"If I can do it so can you"

Would you stop your truck, turnaround, and drive back to get another look?


"This is metal related."

So how long do we have to wait for an answer or at least a hint?

I just love it when someone starts a thread asking for input and then leaves the building.

[dockrat]

What Willy said.

[The Artful Bodger]

Hmmmmm..... one of the treatments for prostate cancer involves drugs to suppress the production of male hormones the consequences of which can be very remarkable.

Having become totally disinterested in everything related to the female of the species one developes a keen eye for all manner of otherwise overlooked details of interesting objects, technology and machinery!

P.S. The effect only lasts as long as the drugs are effective.

[sasquatch]

Yeah!! Where did the guy go that posted this riddle?????

[Toolguy]

We're waiting....................(crickets)

[sasquatch]

Possibly the poster of this riddle is still down there with his face glued to that window admiring those pink panties, and forgot he'd posted here?

[Patch]

I'd rather be late then not show up at all.

Since this is long, and perhaps boring to some, a little something
to go with your pain.

Put ya finger on the link

Reading your replies were great, amusing and pretty much what I expected.
Tho I laughed at all of them, and I'm sure you guys did the same, I laughed
hardest when I saw the display up close.
It was fabricated by one of my neighbors, Bob Anderson, who liked to
be called Crusty by all that know him.
Let me tell ya'll a little about him first.

Bob's about 48 years in age with long rarely combed already graying
hair. He's short and stalky, easy talking and just a nice guy to know.
His all time dress apparel is bib overalls and denium short sleeved shirts.
He works at one of the local sawmills in the area where his job is
fabbing pallets and large shipping crates. About his job, he's always said,
it's not what he wanted to do but, it will get him where he wants to be.
He's got a small 40 acre ranchette parcel about a mile down the road from
me with a small home and hugh barn on it. His place is or I should say was
the scrap yard for the area. Several acres of old cars, trucks, steel,
and about everything else related to farm and industrial scrap metals.


put ya other finger on this one too

One of his, so I thought, "hobbies" aside from playing a banjo was being
a gold and silver prospector. When I am home I could always tell when Bob
was on a return trip from who knows where. He would leave a long dust
trail from behind his old truck and pull trailer on the narrow dirt road
going to his place. His poor o'l truck and trailer laiden to the max with
dirt and piles of rock and often with piles of wood heaped and hauling.
For years its been a common sight.

25 years ago when he moved to the area he came and asked for a bit of help
getting some of his tools and equipment into his barn. These included a
bridgeport, 14X40 lathe, a few pedistal grinders, welder and tig unit, a small
gas fired foundry and the best part, a heat treating oven. Using a loader
made quick work of it.

Close to 12 years ago, he again asked for a bit of help. He purchased a
a piece of commercial property in town and hired the crew and I to
prep the lot for utilities, septic system and a grade out.
He never did say what he was going to do with it.

Here comes the metal part guys.

As time went by, I began taking a few small castings and heat treating
jobs to him. A few tools I did not have at the time.
Most often the little jobs were treating pins and bushings, hyd. spools,
and a variety mix of parts for whatever equipment I had and i knew he could
do.

An interesting thing about Bob was, whenever I took something over
to him, he would always greet me at the door to his home. If he was in
his barn, his wife would tell me to wait on the porch and she would get him.
When giving the material or parts to him to treat he would say just put
it over there, on the porch, and I'll get to it in a bit.
I just figured some people were a bit reclusive when someone comes home
calling.

Stay tuned for the rest to come.
If y'all find a mispelled wodr, tough, get over it. The ale made me do it