I got my best training on a Bridgeport vertical mill when a truck driver knocked on the shop door on evening just after everyone except me had gone home for the day. He said, "I have your mill, where do you want it?" It wasn't like he was going to put it anywhere, just making conversation. After an hour or so of struggling with steel rod stock, broom handles, and pry bars, we had that monster in the shop. I was a high school kid working part time, but I knew I was going to have fun with that machine, and I did.
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