Spilt Milk!

My glasser Roger Firehock, His Logo “glassing since 1969”.

Shaping bays above glassing below.

Roger lays up 4 boards to glass. Glass cut out, ready to lam.

He turns the main tap on the 44 gallon drum to fill up a pale of lam resin for easy access.

Then he does, ‘god knows what in between’ and proceeds to start glassing.
Half way through glassing the bottom, Roger starts thinking to him self (As he told me later), What the hell is Yorky doing up there.

gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp…

Roger has a heart of gold, yet he’s wound quite tight.

“Whats that noise Yorky!” he yells.

…Yorky, yorky, Roger screams out like a scared little kid, with a pitch I had never heard, even after 5 years working together.

ROger, Left the tap on on the 44 gallon drum running for long enough for it to fill up the ground (the drum happened to be in the low end of the concrete slab floor), “No shit” 2 inches thick of lam resin surrounding it.

ROGer ran over, gloves on, mask on, tiny shorts, singlet! and, you guessed it!
He Slipped landing square on his back in 2 inches of resin…
Glassing since 1969, Roger is no kid!

“Aahhh, help! Yorky, Yorky”

I ran down, concerned for my mate.

Anyway, when I got down I saw the old man had gotten older on the spot! There was nothing much I could do to help the situation. (as much as I tried)

ROGEr was on all fours bleeding from the elbows, resins in, on, and around his body, Bald spot covered!

As I walk in I’m hit by the highest resin smell that I have ever smelt, wham-dizzy!

At this point “Jeff Darby” Legend shaper of the same vintage as Roger and long time mate of ours, walks in and takes control.

ROGER gets naked out the back with a pale (20 liters) of acetone and continues to wash himself for the next …1/2 hour plus.

…Poor Bastard, it was a Friday arvo pick up time! lol

ROGER continues to spend the next hour plus, scooping up the
resin off the floor and sifting/straining it through some 4 oz cloth
into pales to re-use it…On team boards! LMFAO!

Then catalyzing what was left and spreading it out over the floor, You reckon he’s High?..

5 days later Roger comes back to work, phone has been off during that
time. He’s pale, white as a ghost. 7stichers in his elbow and sheepish…

“You OK mate?”

“mmm yeah”

“Really?”…

“Yeah”

Laugh My Fucking Guts Out!.. “you crazy F#$Ker that was the funniest thing I have ever seen!”

Or as my girl says " he left the tap on!" lol

Thats a funny yet scary story Yorky. Besides KP taking out the pipe masters which was awsome. I have been hearing a lot about these technical motorboat surfboards, or new technologies changing the future of surf type stuff which is really boring becasue we should really be concerned about how to preserve the ocean and our land from Nuclear power plants and ever growing circle of greed. So spilt milk is very charming in times like these. Thanks for sharing the story.

 

Cool, But WTF?

A boatbuilder friend had a similar experience. It was about twenty years ago, he was working in a large factory that had a gravity feed resin system with big tanks outside and plumbing to dispensing stations inside. He went to get some glue and the fitting failed in a spectacular manner, drenching him in resin from head to toe. He said he had just enough time to close his eyes, but his face was drenched. His co-workers started washing him down with acetone and called an ambulance. He said he didn't open his eyes again until after he got to the hospital. He was physically ill until the styrene level in his blood dropped, which took a few days.

I hope Roger recovers well!

 

Hell Yorky that's an exxy way to get a laugh. I'll bet it was anything but funny at the time.

I was around the day a laminator buddy was distracted by his wife on the mobile as he did the 20 litre pail top-up also.

 

He chatted away to his missus, came back to find a radical puddle of goop spreading. I was oblivious in the spray room until I heard an almighty scream - It was a blow for the guy making ends barely meet.

Together we scooped up and strained as much as possible, and spread shaping dust over the rest.  He had a dirty batch for dings for ages.  I rib him about it to this day, reminding him to stay right there at the drum when he tops up the pail. I rang him once at that moment...

At least he did'nt slip over in it!

 

JD

 

 

 

hahahahaha

Great story, thanks Yorky

When something happens, my wife always tells me “well, we can either laugh about it or cry about it”

Laughing is always better…

Glad he’s alright

I'm not laughing.  That could set an older guy back.  The cure (acetone) is worse than the poison.   I had to lay down rules for myself in the lam room.   1.  One thing at a time until that particular task is fininshed. 2.  No beer until after I'm done( It's too easy to forget to add the catalyst). 3.  Don't answer the phone if it rings while I'm working resin.  4. No visitors(especially women) while I am working resin. 

Why do we do what we do, Must really love the surfboards hey

I don't know yorky.  It isn't the money or the sex.  So it's got to be love.

I absolutely love to make a surfboard. Just not 10 due yesterday!

holy shite, thats one hell of a story mate