The Band Saw Can Be Your Very Best Friend
That was the name of a film my brother had to watch in shop class when he was a youngster. He is no longer a youngster; there are actual people in this world that call him "Dad," and it STILL blows my mind. Anyway, he reminded me of that film when I told him that I’d gotten a band saw. This band saw, as a matter of fact. It is small, but I work on a small scale; it’s not like I’m trying to mill my own wood here, but resawing and cutting to size would be nice. The circular saw is overkill for the latter task.
Truth is that although I’ve had the saw for 2 weeks, it’s still in the box. I am afraid of what all goes into setting one up and getting it to play nice. But in today’s mail, I got a flyer from Woodcraft, and wouldn’t you know it, but they have a beginning "Band Saw Techniques" class Thursday, January 3rd. 4 hours of orientation, which I can then supplement with my manual and my books as needed, for $75. It’s worth it to me; I’d like to have the greatest chance of success, and competent use of tools is the top way to assure that, I’m thinking. Plus, I’ve kind of grown used to having fingers, and would like to keep mine. So I’ll put the saw together this weekend, and then next Thursday take a couple hours off work to head across town and take the class. I imagine I’ll be the only woman there; it wouldn’t be the first time. I have it on good authority that chicks who use power tools are sexy.
