Some fellows manage to run a house and even a hobby gun-tinkering shop without compressed air. This is sad. Forget people on food stamps; an airless man is the truly deprived soul.
Couple of months ago I became one. The 10-or-12 year-old Campbell-Hausfield blew up. It was my own fault. A consumer-grade machine -- the happy-homeowner model -- it still would have lasted years longer if I were more religious about turning it off when I left the shop. A slow leak in the system kept it needlessly cycling on and off, at least trebling the wear.
I recently hauled a new one home. It's also assuredly non-professional, with an advertised output smaller than the old one, about five cfpm at 90 psi. That's enough for most of the work around here, but too wussy if I decide to use air-hog tools -- sanders, etc. The situation is improved by adding an extra tank to the system.
Aha! Opportunity knocks.
I've never had a convenient air outlet in the gun/reloading shack. But now the old C-H tank will be mounted in or adjacent to the room and fed by the new magic air densifier thourgh permanent piping to its on-board tank. A whip hose will be handy to the bench. One result: tidier gun innards. Another: About 35 gallons of total storage capacity, just in case I want to sand-blast this or that.
Well, that's probably already more than you want to know about me and my air. So I'll sign off now.
Oh wait, you have a question? ...
Well, yes, hot compressed air is sometimes useful, but I'll be damned if I can think up a way to pipe Al Sharpton into the system
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Careful using 'Al Sharpton' and 'pipe' in the same sentence - he's liable to show up demanding a hit of whatever you're smoking!
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