…to my radial arm saw.
I’m still a little surprised that I was about 8 years old when my father signed me off to solo on his radial arm saw. But he taught me carefully, saw that I was meticulously careful and understood the dangers, and let me go — and I never damaged myself with it.
Some years ago, after making do with table saw and sliding compound miter saw for a few projects for which a radial arm saw would have been more convenient, I finally bought a used radial arm saw from a neighbor. I hadn’t touched one for a long time, but muscle memory held; as soon as my hand closed around the handle I found myself moving to a safe stance, remembering that this is the one weird saw that climbs, and it all came back.
But lately, my projects have moved in a different direction, and the radial arm saw has been idle and taking up shop space. So today, I gave it to a friend and co-worker who will put it to more use.
On to the next project!