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[jps2486]

Small companies started by talented people with excellent engineering and mechanical skills also need someone in the office to manage the business end of things such as taxes, accounts receivable, raw materials procurement etc. If that part of the business gets neglected, then the finest product in the world will fail.

 

[j-huskey]

There are two very capable people in this discussion that can do both of those things and produce a FINE product, and working together, could imho, take the rimfire world by storm, and put the old best in the dust box. Again, jmho that M & D could do this.

And there is a 3rd party that has experience in setting up stuff from scratch that could participate, set those two up, and sit at the pool drinking mai-tai's smiling at the new 22lr super rifle...
But, would/will he consider this, having seen the serpent b4. Just thinking out loud, dangerous, dangerous...

I think I shall go wax my

 

[Dead Eye Dick]

Wow, sounds bad....

Back to the tractors.

MB

They got a pretty neat thread over at RimfireCentral about this fellow rebuilding his little Gibson tractor.

https://www.rimfirecentral.com/threads/my-gibson-tractor-adventure.1327834/

 

[Dead Eye Dick]

There are two very capable people in this discussion that can do both of those things and produce a FINE product, and working together, could imho, take the rimfire world by storm, and put the old best in the dust box. Again, jmho that M & D could do this.

And there is a 3rd party that has experience in setting up stuff from scratch that could participate, set those two up, and sit at the pool drinking mai-tai's smiling at the new 22lr super rifle...
But, would/will he consider this, having seen the serpent b4. Just thinking out loud, dangerous, dangerous...

I think I shall go wax my

The world is littered with good products failed by poor office work. When my mother had her printing business, even with an accounting firm taking care of the number crunching, it still meant for many hours sitting at a desk, doing everything but printing..

I remember a little sign that was displayed at my first place of employment.

 

[RAVAGE88]

There are two very capable people in this discussion that can do both of those things and produce a FINE product, and working together, could imho, take the rimfire world by storm, and put the old best in the dust box. Again, jmho that M & D could do this.

And there is a 3rd party that has experience in setting up stuff from scratch that could participate, set those two up, and sit at the pool drinking mai-tai's smiling at the new 22lr super rifle...
But, would/will he consider this, having seen the serpent b4. Just thinking out loud, dangerous, dangerous...

I think I shall go wax my

Thanks, Dude, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

MB

 

[RAVAGE88]

They got a pretty neat thread over at RimfireCentral about this fellow rebuilding his little Gibson tractor.

https://www.rimfirecentral.com/threads/my-gibson-tractor-adventure.1327834/

I love how consistent you are.

MB

 

[Dead Eye Dick]

I love how consistent you are.

MB

It was universally agreed in this morning’s Sunday School class, I am the champ at getting the entire group off the subject. It’s a gift.

 

[j-huskey]

It was universally agreed in this morning’s Sunday School class, I am the champ at getting the entire group off the subject. It’s a gift.

Licking your eyebrows at elderly women generally causes such. So, stop it.

 

[carbonbased]

Our stories aren't that different. I grew up in my dad's diesel shop, in shipyards and on the waterfront in Alabama. Shipyards and the waterfront were rough and certainly not for everyone.

You and I are so alike, Dude. Like step cousins thrice-removed. Or like Siamese-twin brothers, only each with a different father.

See, I grew up on the scratchy turf of a golf course. Having to order hand-mixed cherry cokes from the bartender (before they were in a can) and eating nachos by the pool. Forced to put everything on my father’s tab.

Life was rough, dude. Country clubs are no joke.

But through sheer filofaxing my father’s contacts, I broke through.

And broke par.

Advice from one tuff street kid to another: