You can tell a lot about a builder by the appearance of his shop. Every tool have a “special” home and he gets pissed if you don’t put them back where you found them. I love when the shop equipment is older than me, sometimes older than my dad and they still work. The fluids normally make me ill but once someone beings to create a part, I seem to forget about my unsettling stomach and time itself. I’m amazed by the true craftsmanship that my friends possess and am in awe of the final results. Thanks for allowing me to watch over your shoulders, ask stupid questions and get in your way. Keep doing what you do because you inspire more people than you know.