Tapola

Another week has passed with more and not quite so interesting stuff coming on my way. The first week I've done much more than just filed over and over again. This time filing was a small part of the whole week. Fire was a big part of this week to harden and temper some steel. Sharpening stone was a tool needed to make the latter done as without a smooth surface it's pretty hard to see the color. It was needed for it's actual purpose to sharpen as well. Bench grinder, a new friend of mine, I will come to talk more later on in this journal. Grinding stone was used as well with it's lovely layer of water and no danger to my fingers at all. Th

Filing is a memory of the past. No more filing, I heard people say. What a lie it was. Filing is there to stay. Day after day more filing needs to be done. Once in a while it's not the only thing that needs to be done. The hardest metal I've yet met. It goes by the name 460K and like all the other steel names it just doesn't make any sense. Why such a number? No explanation just a solid, heavy piece of metal was handed to my hands. "Don't use the machine to saw it in half", said the teacher. The blade isn't strong enough to handle the strength of the steel. Manual labor ahead. After careful marking of where to cut the pleasure begins. The f

Hours spend on trying to finish the tool. Several attempts have been made. You are the furthers you've ever been at getting to the next step on the list. All it takes is one slip from the file and you get a nice deep(=0.1 to 0.2mm) gauge on your nicely finished surface. Too deep to be removed by manual labor. All you can think of is curse your life and within seconds you burst out in laughter as you just couldn't help it. Thankfully, there's a small chance it might end up still decently looking and it won't hinder the function of the tool. However, the mark might be there forever to stay and remind you of your little slip. Maybe I should just