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Well, it's taken me a few days to get over being angry at myself to where I can even post this... Here's the story. I get a call last Friday about the opportunity to have one of my razors photographed for an article in a popular men's magazine (not one I read, but one that has a worldwide distribution nonetheless). They're doing an upcoming article on traditional shaving products and practices for men. This is one of those opportunities that just fell out of the sky and was a last minute opportunity, needless to say I was ecstatic. The only catch was that since it was last minute that they contacted me I had to have one ready to send to them by Monday or Tuesday for the article as the photo deadline was on Thursday. I tell them I will try my best, hang up, make some phone calls to cancel my plans to be out of town that weekend and then head to the shop to get to work. So anyway, I work non-stop all weekend on this razor and get it to where I'm happy with sending it out Monday night to be photographed. Deep hollow grind brought to a mirror finish, file worked backspine, gold plated pivot screws (which I had to plate as I was out of the right size already plated), G10 spacer with mosaic backpin, and presentation grade Desert Ironwood scales adorned this razor. So Tuesday morning, I'm inspecting my work carefully and notice a few scratches that occurred during assembly, and I decide to buff them out quickly. Instead of walking the few extra steps to get the buffing belts off of the wall and put them on my KMG, I'm in a hurry and haven't engaged my brain for the day apparently, so I head straight for the buffer, turn it on, and start buffing. Then it happens. Before I can even think about what just happened, my "opportunity" flew through the air and slammed into the adjacent workbench. Cracked blade and a bad ding in one of the scales... This razor now lives somewhere in the creek out behind my shop.
The missed opportunity to have my work photographed for a popular magazine article really bites, but I guess I should be extremely thankful for still having my fingers attached. We hear people say all of the time that the buffer is the most dangerous tool in our shops, and until Tuesday morning I've never had it take a work piece away from me... thankfully it didn't take a few fingers with it! So anyway, I'm going to make sure my brain is fully functioning from now on when I work in the shop...and I have a new found respect (and hate!) for the buffer. Just wanted to say, everyone who said it before was correct, the buffer is the most dangerous and insidious tools in our shops.

-Darren
The missed opportunity to have my work photographed for a popular magazine article really bites, but I guess I should be extremely thankful for still having my fingers attached. We hear people say all of the time that the buffer is the most dangerous tool in our shops, and until Tuesday morning I've never had it take a work piece away from me... thankfully it didn't take a few fingers with it! So anyway, I'm going to make sure my brain is fully functioning from now on when I work in the shop...and I have a new found respect (and hate!) for the buffer. Just wanted to say, everyone who said it before was correct, the buffer is the most dangerous and insidious tools in our shops.

-Darren