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!”