Except for the locking holes and notches for the crossbars, the washers are about finished.




Why “modiolus of doom”?  Because right now I need some kind of hairy provocation to keep this project alive.

Time has a way of elongating, right before it runs out.  You think you have all the time in the world to finish something, and then …. Blam!… you’re done.  The meter runs out.  Which leaves the Catapult Gods smirking at you for the rest of eternity.   Damn their temporal omnipotence anyway!

Also, my laptop is getting hinky.  Email is down.  Correspondence not possible until I get it fixed.

…If I get it fixed.  A hermit-like submergence seems somehow linked to my ability to self-motivate.  Go figure.

One Response to “Modiolus of doom”

  1. Charles W. Fink says:

    Where the hell are you ? Wake up old Bear ! Do I have to poke you with a stick until you roar? Motivation has to come from within, though it may be regulated by social inspiration, or pressure in ‘some’ circumstances. My knees hurt too but funny thing, when I meet a challenge i’m not as old as I thought. Can You do it?

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