I Have a Sickness

I need psychiatric help.

The saw guy says the saw–a Powermatic 66–is in good running shape. He says he will guarantee it runs and so on. He is willing to BRING it to me. I am sweating with temptation.

This would be a nice addition to the garage. I could get rid of my Ridgid portable for what I paid for it (I got it for a third off), and I could set this thing up permanently, with a router insert and a caster set from Grizzly. It would wheel out when I needed it, and it would wheel in when I was tired of it. And I could resell it for more than I paid for it, unless it’s got real problems.

Arrghh. Jonesing. Bad.