The DeWalt 12-inch mitre saw buzzed off after two decades of hard use and nonexistent maintenance. I was sad, but she'd earned her rest after cutting untold thousands of kerfs in everything from from fine cocobolo to junk oak kindling, bark on, at an ownership cost of something like a buck-ten a month.
There was no identical replacement at any of the usual suspect retailers around here, so I hied me to Menards which was advertising an epitcanthicly enhanced $300 version on sale for $200. Wrote the check this morning, hauled her home, plugged her in, and made a few cuts before reading the instruction manual, just to prove my libertarian manhood..
The garish green appears identical to some day-glo sneakers I saw on a girl jogger yesterday, so maybe I'm at last riding the fashion wave.
She works fine and feels okay, even the laser beam that magically predicts the kerf center. I should not like that sort of modernistic gimcrackery. But, dammit, I do.
As to her ultimate place in my affections, ask me in 20 years.
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