My bouncing days are far and few in-between.
A few weeks ago I was playing ground duty on a crane day. The op is known to be ''rammy and jammy.'' Always in a hurry to no one's advantage. We had a top coming down and we were working alongside a lightly traveled backroad. There was a good sized...
I have noticed that natural disasters are good in an odd way. They can humble and bring communities closer together. All but the smallest and isolated towns tend to rebuild better then what they had before.
God bless all who have lost and may they grow stronger with each passing day.
It's happened twice in the local parts I was raised in. Both incidents were the owners of the chippers. One was blown into the river for fish food. I don't recall any other details. This is a real thing though. Both are serving life sentences.
I've owned mine for a bit over 8yrs. Mines like new too. I take great pride in my gear and strive to keep all in good condition. Not sure how many times I've used it. My significant other gives me shit occasionally for how much I invested in it and how little I've used it in that span of time...