Wed Dec 25, 2013 3:45 pm by nikkinutshop
We used to have a really interesting old machinery recycling yard in the area. It was called PHOENIX EQUIPMENT. The owner was a one legged hard man who never left any doubt about how he felt about anything or anyone outside of mainstream and his idea of normal. I was told that someone else's mistake claimed his leg and when he was able to get up on one leg and with the help of his single crutch, he returned to work and on his first opportunity left little doubt with those he felt responsible for his loss.
Much of what he repurposed was from mines, mills and logging. I remember there was always a large number of Detroit Diesel two stroke engines in the yard, some removed and others still attached to interesting machines. There were other engines in the yard including the first single cylinder Detroit I had seen and other great single cylinder engines with flywheels as tall as a modest house, some Diesel and others dry gas.
The main building had an 80 foot ceiling and the walls were lined with shelves that were filled with bearings, magnetos, control cables, levers, and hundreds of engine parts. The floor of the shop was 50 feet wide and the length maybe 200 feet end to end. The north end of the shop had a separate workshop well equipped with vintage machinery, an old school British trained millwright/mechanic , the owners office and I sign that read, 'I'M SORRY THAT I MISSED YOU, IF I AM NOT HERE IT IS LIKELY THAT I AM AT THE RANGE WORKING ON IMPROVING MY AIM'.
Sadly PHOENIX EQUIPTMENT has passed into history and all that I have, other than the memories, is a retractable ballpoint pen with all of the contact information and the owner's name. The yard was on the Queensboro edge of the North Arm of the Frazer River and it had some sturdy docking and a drag-out ramp, with a very heavy winch, that disappeared into the river. The rising prices of real-estate and taxes made it impractical to maintain the yard and the owner sold it to developers and another West Coast bit of history was buried under a bunch of less interesting row housing.
I bought a box full of EAGLE oilcans from a Craigslist advertisement and the seller's address was where the original shop south door had been located. I had a moment of nostalgia and then I left for home. I was told that the owner had passed into eternity. I do not remember there being a service, but that may have been the way "The Man" would have wanted it.
I would rather have tools I do not need than to need tools I do not have
Artificial intelligence is no match for real stupidity....