Adaptive Curmudgeon

My Woodsplitter Goes To Eleven: Part 7: Pics Or It Didn’t Happen

It seems to me that most people blog about their successes. I try to balance the universe by posting my dumbshit moments.

I don’t have many photos because snapping images of the splitter I’d trashed felt wrong; like taking selfies at a funeral.

In case you didn’t recognize it, the shredded object on the left is the tire. The wheel isn’t in the photo but the rim was partially flattened. The flexible plastic (?) fender didn’t break… it melted.

It was not one of my prouder moments. Sometimes a good machine gets hammered by a dipshit user. What can I say, we’ve all been there.

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