“Step one, rescue vintage worn out rasp_Step two, twist one end up a bit so you can hold onto it_ (Over the horn, using tongs and a vise will make things harder)_Step 3, flatten handle out in relation to the blade and hammer the handle until it."
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This image has been floating around for quite a few years. With the scourge of social media and the obsession for likes and followers, people will post this stuff without any credit given to the person that actually did the work.
There are some members on this forum who seem to be focused on getting people to watch their videos and subscribe to their YouTube channel. They should be paying vendors as far as I'm concerned since they're trying to sell something.
There are some members on this forum who seem to be focused on getting people to watch their videos and subscribe to their YouTube channel. They should be paying vendors as far as I'm concerned since they're trying to sell something.
I made a rivet from a nail once.
I've also stripped multiple heads of Philips screws, terribly bent electrical wire staples and twisted lug studs off not realizing they where righty loosy on drivers side. I've made shims from beer cans. I'd post the pictures but they are inverted and upside down.
I've also stripped multiple heads of Philips screws, terribly bent electrical wire staples and twisted lug studs off not realizing they where righty loosy on drivers side. I've made shims from beer cans. I'd post the pictures but they are inverted and upside down.
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I'm surprised you got so bent out of shape. I saw the item on a forum and copied and pasted it because it was interesting. I have a bucket of horse shoes and rasps a thought that might be an interesting project. I also thought others might be interested. I have no idea how long it's been "floating around", I've never seen it before. I post things I find interesting thinking others may have a similar interest. If your offended by things I post block me.
If you think there are members generating revenue from anything being posted on this forum I'd suggest you contact the owner or moderators to air you complaints.
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Reminds me of that time that I "got to make my own knife" out of a "vintage" railroad spike
P.T. Barnum was right. There is a sucker born every minute.
Story:
So there I am, in a place called Frankenmuth MI, with the family.
I get dragged there, kicking and screaming, about once every 7-10 years for what "some people" call the "Worlds Best Chicken Dinner".
(Personally, I think KFC is way better, but that's neither here, nor there.)
Anywho, while we are waiting to be fleeced hundreds of dollars for the "Worlds Best Chicken Dinner", I see out the corner of my eye a sign that said something to the effect.
"Make your own knife out of a vintage railroad spike"
So these "visions of sugarplums" and me swinging a hammer like John Henry, working a coal fired forge, pop into my head and since I still have to wait nearly 3 hours for the "Worlds Best Chicken Dinner", I decide that the hundred dollars that is sitting in my pocket, is burning a hole in it, so I sign up to "make my own knife".
Well it turns out that all of these visions of "crafting my own knife" ends up going like this.
1. I hand them 100 bucks.
2. I stand in line with my fellow idiots for 30 minutes, waiting for "my turn to "make" my knife".
3. Then some 18 YO punk, (whom I have more time on a Marine Corps shitter, than he has in a shop), gives me a set of scratched up safety glasses and a hammer.
4. The Punk then heats up a railroad spike, well away from me.
5. Then walks it over and tells me to hit it a few times.
6. Then Punks girlfriend, Suzy Rottencrotch, tells me to come back in 2 hours to pick up "my homemade knife".
Gosh-dam I hate that tourist trap hellhole.
I should have bought 100 dollars worth of fudge.
Damn you, P.T. Barnum!!!!!!
P.T. Barnum was right. There is a sucker born every minute.
Story:
So there I am, in a place called Frankenmuth MI, with the family.
I get dragged there, kicking and screaming, about once every 7-10 years for what "some people" call the "Worlds Best Chicken Dinner".
(Personally, I think KFC is way better, but that's neither here, nor there.)
Anywho, while we are waiting to be fleeced hundreds of dollars for the "Worlds Best Chicken Dinner", I see out the corner of my eye a sign that said something to the effect.
"Make your own knife out of a vintage railroad spike"
So these "visions of sugarplums" and me swinging a hammer like John Henry, working a coal fired forge, pop into my head and since I still have to wait nearly 3 hours for the "Worlds Best Chicken Dinner", I decide that the hundred dollars that is sitting in my pocket, is burning a hole in it, so I sign up to "make my own knife".
Well it turns out that all of these visions of "crafting my own knife" ends up going like this.
1. I hand them 100 bucks.
2. I stand in line with my fellow idiots for 30 minutes, waiting for "my turn to "make" my knife".
3. Then some 18 YO punk, (whom I have more time on a Marine Corps shitter, than he has in a shop), gives me a set of scratched up safety glasses and a hammer.
4. The Punk then heats up a railroad spike, well away from me.
5. Then walks it over and tells me to hit it a few times.
6. Then Punks girlfriend, Suzy Rottencrotch, tells me to come back in 2 hours to pick up "my homemade knife".
Gosh-dam I hate that tourist trap hellhole.
I should have bought 100 dollars worth of fudge.
Damn you, P.T. Barnum!!!!!!