Sounds like something which only applies to people using mechanical powder droppers. I use dippers and scales - a purely hand-operation process - so, to me, "tailing" means dumping the end of a factory container into a freshly-opened container. I don't do that even though it's theoretically perfectly safe. To me, dumping old powder in with new powder is kind of like dumping old leftovers into my fresh ingredients. Yuk!
I also got a offer for my 2020 Toyota mini-van, $5,000 over what I paid. It just sits there, and only put 13,500 miles on it. I might sell, 8 more payments and It’s 100% my mini van
I agree. I’ve been using dippers for the past few months (in part because one of your posts) and when I got to the end of the BE-86 container, it was just under one dip and much easier to dispose of.
LOL!!! Puts me in mind of a scene from the movie "13th Warrior." Yes, some things just aren't meant to be shared or spared.I agree. I’ve been using dippers for the past few months (in part because one of your posts) and when I got to the end of the BE-86 container, it was just under one dip and much easier to dispose of.
Putting old wine into new wine skins is a bad idea…yes I’m sure I read that somewhere
My mid-life car was a RX-8 rechipped for unlimited rev'. Not quite 100% legal, I suspect. It made 185mph on a lonely country highway before I ran out of straightaway. Can't even imagine what it would have been like if a deer or possum had run out in front of it.
YES! problem is I started having children in my 40’s … so maybe in 10-15 years.
If I used the same powder two containers in a row, I’d save it for sure, even a flake. But, I don’t.
I still have my Honda S2000 that I bought from a Spanish chief who was moving to Brazil to become a jausuwith priest. Have not driven it in 6 years . Refuse to sell it.My mid-life car was a RX-8 rechipped for unlimited rev'. Not quite 100% legal, I suspect. It made 185mph on a lonely country highway before I ran out of straightaway. Can't even imagine what it would have been like if a deer or possum had run out in front of it.
Got rid of it for something better on the clay roads. Our drive about destroyed that car the first day.
On a rainy day in December 2014, my last sports car was taken away to London, Ontario. Since then, it’s shooting and reloading.My mid-life car was a RX-8 rechipped for unlimited rev'. Not quite 100% legal, I suspect. It made 185mph on a lonely country highway before I ran out of straightaway. Can't even imagine what it would have been like if a deer or possum had run out in front of it.
Got rid of it for something better on the clay roads. Our drive about destroyed that car the first day.
I almost - almost! - bought a RCBS Green Machine setup for .38Spl. It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen - the way it clickety-clacked and trundled the cases along a rail - but then I figured, "aw heck! what would I do with 500 of the same load?" And what hurry was I ever in for ammo? Pass! Back then I loaded 10-12 at a time, at most. Carried six in the Blackhawk, six in the Marlin. Two rounds for sighting, one or two for whatever game I took, a couple for spares in case I got invited on another hunt. I had a pedestal bathtub for marinating and a old propane smoker that would hold two whole hogs, easily. Bought a old pop-up camper and converted it into a beer dispensary with two kegs and the insides refrigerated using the guts of a hotel ice machine. Me and those buds from that first machine shop I worked at kind of invented the "Kegerator." You're welcome, World!
that thing is sweet! why did you sell it???
Thanks. Yes it was nice but I’d had it since 1988 and it was time. I was made an offer I couldn’t refuse at a time when the market had gone hyperbolic for certain specific cars. It was my car’s time. Today, VW microbuses go for even more. When stocks and real estate go nuts, so do other assets.
I think you have that reversed, but you probably knew that!Putting old wine into new wine skins is a bad idea…yes I’m sure I read that somewhere
Yes, but I thought it was clever just the same. And there I go being prideful—guess I need to forget about using scripture for personal gain.
That’s what I like to hear...a machinist who loves his brewski. My grandfather was a machinist in western PA. His fridge was stocked with Iron City beer. He’d get a kick out of knowing I was using his tools for my shooting & loading hobby.I almost - almost! - bought a RCBS Green Machine setup for .38Spl. It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen - the way it clickety-clacked and trundled the cases along a rail - but then I figured, "aw heck! what would I do with 500 of the same load?" And what hurry was I ever in for ammo? Pass! Back then I loaded 10-12 at a time, at most. Carried six in the Blackhawk, six in the Marlin. Two rounds for sighting, one or two for whatever game I took, a couple for spares in case I got invited on another hunt. I had a pedestal bathtub for marinating and a old propane smoker that would hold two whole hogs, easily. Bought a old pop-up camper and converted it into a beer dispensary with two kegs and the insides refrigerated using the guts of a hotel ice machine. Me and those buds from that first machine shop I worked at kind of invented the "Kegerator." You're welcome, World!
Have never come close to those speeds. I went to a driving/racing school back in the 70s when I was single. Spent a lot of money I didn’t have to scream around Summit Point over four days in a formula ford, Datsun 510, and a no-name Chevy powered sports racer.My mid-life car was a RX-8 rechipped for unlimited rev'. Not quite 100% legal, I suspect. It made 185mph on a lonely country highway before I ran out of straightaway. Can't even imagine what it would have been like if a deer or possum had run out in front of it.
Got rid of it for something better on the clay roads. Our drive about destroyed that car the first day.
that’s a beautiful car! Would love to drive that thing!
faster I been was 160 on a No Windshield Triumph and that was good enough
