Stubborn Old Plane
May 10, 1869 the golden spike links the nation by rail. Four years earlier the project was begun, and after all that work the time it took to travel from the Atlantic to the Pacific was cut from 6 months to a week. During this 4 year span, a company named Bailey built a number 5 plane, and now some 143 years later, I am lapping the sole of one of their planes.
Over the last 3 hours I have realized that this plane is made from very tough steel. It has put up a remarkable fight and seems really interested not being lapped. It may take only slightly less time than building the trans continental railway. I have every intention of finishing the job, but it has made me curious about what this plane might say, if it could talk.
Something that is 143 years old, must have quite a few good stories. If I asked the plane to tell me the story of it’s life I imagine it would go something like this.
Me: “So you have been a hand plane for a long time, 143 years to be exact.”
Plane: “Yep sunny, quite a long time, but I still got some good years left in me.”
Me: “No doubt, I have noticed that you seem to be resisting the lapping.”
Plane: “I am not resisting, you are just a pussy.”
Me: “Ok, I am not sure that was necessary, I mean…that was a little bit hurtful…”
Plane: “Hurtful, stop your crying sister, you really need to get to the gym. I am not sure you are ready for a 5, maybe you should start out with a 1, or as I like to call it, a girly plane.”
Me: “Well I am not sure I like your attitude. You seem to have issues, I won’t be belittled by a crotchety old plane.”
Plane: “Yes you will.”
Me: “No I won’t.”
Plane: “Did you have any other questions or did you want to get back to painting your toe nails pink.”
Me: “Yes, do you have any good stories from your long and bitter life?”
Plane: “I remember once, it was warm in the shop, probably around 1868, the winter I think. I seem to remember being used to shave wood until it was flat.”
Me: “Great story, any others?”
Plane: “Let me see, make shavings, sit on shelf, make shavings, sit on shelf…I think you see where it is going from here, so I will stop”
Me: “Yes. Well thank-you for that less than enlightening interview.”
I have to admit that the plane was right, I really could use some time in the gym. I have never painted my toe nails.
I still have quite a bit of lapping left to do, so I best get back to it. I really do like my plane, the handle and knob are absolutely stunning. I suspect that when I am 143, I will likely have a bit of an attitude as well. So I am cutting him a bit of slack. I am sure he will warm to me, when I get him back in shape and start to allow him to do what he loves. Actually I haven’t determined if he loves shaving wood, but I definitely suspect that he prefers it to sitting on a shelf.
The parts are all there and in such good shape it is difficult to imagine it being so old. I am confident that this will be a tool which will do my bidding for many years, though perhaps, with occasional bits of attitude. I can live with that. Now before I get back to the lapping, perhaps a few push ups.
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