"As I said, “He seems to be a really nice guy and I’m glad I didn’t try to BS him, no matter how it comes out”."
Later, that afternoon, while I’m winding up my business for General Dynamics, I get a call from the transmission shop owner and he tells me we have a deal if I’m still interested. He says he really needs the service bay and he knows I was honest with him because just a few weeks back he sold it to a dealer for 11k.
The deal fell through when the dealer shows up with a truck and a fork lift ready to move the machine and proceeds to give one of his customers a bad time for being parked in front of the bay with the machine and is yelling at the owners employees about it. A real piece of work this guy, he’s ordering everyone around and disrupting the shops business.
So, the owner comes out, see’s what’s going on, walks up to the dealer who hands him a check for the machine. The owner is now not happy. He looks at the check, then looks up at the dealer and tears up the check. He says the deals off, and for the dealer to get the hell out of his shop.
I tell him I sure am interested and arranged to come over early that evening. When I get there, I give him a check for the machine then, while he does paperwork in his office, I work on the machine to get it ready for shipping.
I clean enough dirt and grit out of the tool changer and get it the control to open with a TC, 1 command then rotate the carrousel and remove the few tools that are in it. I drop the spindle down on to a 6 by 6 chunk of wood, install and bolt in the shipping bars, jog the tension off the chains and shut her down.
As I unload the 4th axis tails stock I find 16 assorted tool holders that are to go with the machine. It’s a nice surprise as I hadn’t noted how many there were before.
I stretch wrap the whole machine with a big roll of wrap I bought on the way over from a U-Haul dealer, Now is getting close to midnight so after boxing up the tools and checking the bolts holding the 4th axis on the table, I shake hands with the shop owner and head, exhausted, back to the hotel to sleep.
Early the next morning, I hop a plane back to my Santa Rosa home in Northern California. That’s near my office in the next town Healdsburg.
About a week later its machine arrival day and it is pouring rain. I mean it is really POURING RAIN. The type of rain that will soak you to the bone in 30 seconds. What am I going to do to keep it dry after the trucker pulls off his tarps for the move? Well, he is nice enough to wait until I can run over to a local Harbor Freight store and get some plastic traps to cover it when he removes his.
I’ve rented a forklift and have some good experience in moving equipment. So I lift the machine off the truck and he’s on his way down the road. All of this is happening in front of the gate at the storage rental place. Unfortunately the access road was too narrow for the trucker to get his rig in and a course the larger units like the one I’ve rented is way in the back row.
This is going to be great.
I’m all by my stupid planning self with no one to help or guide me. No spotter for the 500 feet to the storage unit. Its late fall and 4:00pm, so it’s going to get dark real soon. The forklift rental place is a 10 minute drive away from the storage unit and it closes at 5:00pm. The timing is going to be close, but it should do able with no problems… Right??
Leaving the forklift running with the machine on it, I walk back to the storage unit to get a lay of the land so I don’t have to get off the forklift too much. The downpour, incredibility and impossibly continues to get heavier, cutting off more of the decreasing light. As I get close to my unit, I suddenly splash wetly into over a foot of water now covering the access road. What the… is my storage unit flooded also?
To be continued ...