On Mon, 09 Jan 2006 10:25:12 -0500, Brent Philion
wrote:

NO wonder youre selling the Lincoln Tig machine

After 4 tanks of gas..yad figure I should have it down by now..

The Lincoln is surplus..with the big 300 amp Airco Squarewave..I got
all sorts of neat ways to melt down a tungsten now..

less see..if I turn this gizmo in this direction....FIZZZAACKKK!

Hummm..that didnt work very well.....

Grind...

Now this gizmo does what? Hummmm ...BSSSTTT!!!

Hummm welds the tungsten to the work pretty good...might need to do
that sometime.....

Grind....





Gunner wrote:
On Mon, 09 Jan 2006 00:15:54 GMT, "Rick" wrote:


Resting a finger of the hand holding the TIG torch on the work piece a
few inches away from the weld point is a good way to help steady your
hand. Also don't be afraid to have your thumb and index finger holding
the torch body just back from the gas cup which will give you better
control of torch twist.


Perhaps I was holding the torch a bit far from the tip...will the method you
mention.


With the long tunsten holder that sticks out the back of the
torch...its pretty easy to hold it like a pencil. This is about the
only way I can weld with TIG.

Gunner, who on a whim..welded a razor blade to a chunk of railroad
track with the stick welder today (1/8" 7018) ..and ground the
tungsten about 300 times putting a tiny project together...

Sigh...


The aim of untold millions is to be free to do exactly as they choose
and for someone else to pay when things go wrong.

In the past few decades, a peculiar and distinctive psychology
has emerged in England. Gone are the civility, sturdy independence,
and admirable stoicism that carried the English through the war years
.. It has been replaced by a constant whine of excuses, complaints,
and special pleading. The collapse of the British character has been
as swift and complete as the collapse of British power.

Theodore Dalrymple,

The aim of untold millions is to be free to do exactly as they choose
and for someone else to pay when things go wrong.

In the past few decades, a peculiar and distinctive psychology
has emerged in England. Gone are the civility, sturdy independence,
and admirable stoicism that carried the English through the war years
.. It has been replaced by a constant whine of excuses, complaints,
and special pleading. The collapse of the British character has been
as swift and complete as the collapse of British power.

Theodore Dalrymple,