Reading the thread below caused me to want to share my own experience. There aren't many ways to hurt yourself in the pursuit of pizza. Okay, fire is always a threat. Stretching this to its limit, maybe, just maybe food poisoning. Or, how about hand amputation?
My oven first became operational in November. After firing it twice, it was time to think about laying up a supply of wood. Naturally, I can't just buy the wood. If that was an option, I would buy my pizza at Pizza Hut. No. Got to cut it, split it, haul it and stack it. What? Buy a log splitter? No way in hell! I'll just build one.
And so I did. The thing actually worked, and worked well. After some tweaking, it was ready to be deployed into production late in December. My brother-in-law insisted on helping. He has no experience with machinery, or with processes of any kind for that matter. I should have written an operator's manual for the dufus, but I didn't to my regret. Before long, he became mesmerized with the machine. You see, it cuts on the push and the pull strokes, and it has an oversized engine and pump which makes it cycle fast. Pretty soon, it turned into a game to him: under no circumstances is the wedge to ever stop and under no circumstances is the wedge not to be in contact with a log. Slam a log down fast. Remove the splits. Repeat. Fast. Faster. We're moving along at a torrid pace like this until.....
Until he opens the valve to the cylinder with my hand caught between the wedge and a log. Quicker than you can say "Pepperoni", he retracts the cylinder and I retract my hand. What was left of it, anyway.
I won't bore you with the medical details. The doctors are doing what they can to save my hand. I don't know if they'll be successful or not. Lots of complications. I'm trying to adapt. I'm even using vouce recognition software to write this if you can believe it. I even fired my oven last night.
The worst thing is the rift it's caused in our family. My brother in law and I were alone when this happened. The chicken-XXXX drove me back to the house and handed me off to my sister (his wife, I'm sorry to say) who took me to the ER. All he could say was, "I told him to slow down. He was being careless, blah, blah, blah." I wish he would crawl in his viper pit and just die.
Well, all that is besides the point. For that matter, I don't even know what the point of all this is except to. Oh, nevermind.
I'm making a stab at posting some pics and a video of the demon splitter. Not sure if I can do it with my voice software though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzuumwxExAY[/URL]
My oven first became operational in November. After firing it twice, it was time to think about laying up a supply of wood. Naturally, I can't just buy the wood. If that was an option, I would buy my pizza at Pizza Hut. No. Got to cut it, split it, haul it and stack it. What? Buy a log splitter? No way in hell! I'll just build one.
And so I did. The thing actually worked, and worked well. After some tweaking, it was ready to be deployed into production late in December. My brother-in-law insisted on helping. He has no experience with machinery, or with processes of any kind for that matter. I should have written an operator's manual for the dufus, but I didn't to my regret. Before long, he became mesmerized with the machine. You see, it cuts on the push and the pull strokes, and it has an oversized engine and pump which makes it cycle fast. Pretty soon, it turned into a game to him: under no circumstances is the wedge to ever stop and under no circumstances is the wedge not to be in contact with a log. Slam a log down fast. Remove the splits. Repeat. Fast. Faster. We're moving along at a torrid pace like this until.....
Until he opens the valve to the cylinder with my hand caught between the wedge and a log. Quicker than you can say "Pepperoni", he retracts the cylinder and I retract my hand. What was left of it, anyway.
I won't bore you with the medical details. The doctors are doing what they can to save my hand. I don't know if they'll be successful or not. Lots of complications. I'm trying to adapt. I'm even using vouce recognition software to write this if you can believe it. I even fired my oven last night.
The worst thing is the rift it's caused in our family. My brother in law and I were alone when this happened. The chicken-XXXX drove me back to the house and handed me off to my sister (his wife, I'm sorry to say) who took me to the ER. All he could say was, "I told him to slow down. He was being careless, blah, blah, blah." I wish he would crawl in his viper pit and just die.
Well, all that is besides the point. For that matter, I don't even know what the point of all this is except to. Oh, nevermind.
I'm making a stab at posting some pics and a video of the demon splitter. Not sure if I can do it with my voice software though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzuumwxExAY[/URL]
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