9 thoughts on “I wasn’t joking about Phil… LB and Dr. Jim, get busy!”
Need to go outside just to change your mind.
I’ve been in shops like that. A lot of great production comes out of places like this.
That what my place looks like. Poor dog gotta back-up to bark.
Used to lnow a used car parts place underneath the Coronado bridge in San Diego, it was around 1973…was looking for a steering box for my 57 bel-air, he had three of them. His place looked just like that Just pikes and parts everywhere, from about the late 20’s up to the present. He knew where everything was ! Like to go back in time…..
Would love to help, but I know what happens when you mess with a tool guy’s shop. I want to keep all my extremities, thanks; I’m rather attached to them. . .
I’ll see myself out. 😀
Hell no. Everything he gets rid of probly gonna wind in my shop. And mine already looks like that. Lol. I got piles of shit now. Push it together and it’s one big pile of shit. Be glad to give moral support
As others have said, he knows where *every* part is. He’s got a system.
my shop not quite that bad yet. but it is close second. and I do know where most of my stuff is. kind of weird that I am retired and have the time. problem is I don’t have the zip I used to have to get shit done. what I used to do in 20 minutes now takes a couple of hours to get done. old age and a bad back makes everything take longer now. although I have used a couple of big high school kids to get some bull work done and they glad for the money ! and I also get to pass on some hard learned facts of life to them as well. one dad came by and thanked me for talking his kid OUT of joining the army a while back. he decided to go to trade school after all.
Old time hardware store when I was growing up. Cash register and small display area up front, floor to ceiling shelves with an 18″ aisle way for the back 50 or so feet of the store. Mr. Heckman would ask what you needed, and think on it a minute before he disappeared into the stacks. Minutes later, he would reappear with what you were asking for. Might have been put on the shelf this morning, or 50 years ago. The price was whatever it was when the tag was hung.
Oil soaked wooden floors, old time hardware store smell of paints, oils, fertilizers, and various chemicals. Metal bins full of every imaginable type of nails, screws, bolts/nuts/washers. Tools of every type imaginable.
Not nearly the selection you would find at the big-box, but back in the day, if he didn’t have it, you probably didn’t need it.
Need to go outside just to change your mind.
I’ve been in shops like that. A lot of great production comes out of places like this.
That what my place looks like. Poor dog gotta back-up to bark.
Used to lnow a used car parts place underneath the Coronado bridge in San Diego, it was around 1973…was looking for a steering box for my 57 bel-air, he had three of them. His place looked just like that Just pikes and parts everywhere, from about the late 20’s up to the present. He knew where everything was ! Like to go back in time…..
Would love to help, but I know what happens when you mess with a tool guy’s shop. I want to keep all my extremities, thanks; I’m rather attached to them. . .
I’ll see myself out. 😀
Hell no. Everything he gets rid of probly gonna wind in my shop. And mine already looks like that. Lol. I got piles of shit now. Push it together and it’s one big pile of shit. Be glad to give moral support
As others have said, he knows where *every* part is. He’s got a system.
my shop not quite that bad yet. but it is close second. and I do know where most of my stuff is. kind of weird that I am retired and have the time. problem is I don’t have the zip I used to have to get shit done. what I used to do in 20 minutes now takes a couple of hours to get done. old age and a bad back makes everything take longer now. although I have used a couple of big high school kids to get some bull work done and they glad for the money ! and I also get to pass on some hard learned facts of life to them as well. one dad came by and thanked me for talking his kid OUT of joining the army a while back. he decided to go to trade school after all.
Old time hardware store when I was growing up. Cash register and small display area up front, floor to ceiling shelves with an 18″ aisle way for the back 50 or so feet of the store. Mr. Heckman would ask what you needed, and think on it a minute before he disappeared into the stacks. Minutes later, he would reappear with what you were asking for. Might have been put on the shelf this morning, or 50 years ago. The price was whatever it was when the tag was hung.
Oil soaked wooden floors, old time hardware store smell of paints, oils, fertilizers, and various chemicals. Metal bins full of every imaginable type of nails, screws, bolts/nuts/washers. Tools of every type imaginable.
Not nearly the selection you would find at the big-box, but back in the day, if he didn’t have it, you probably didn’t need it.