Judging solely from what I can gather from the serial number on the headstock, my father’s Shopsmith — now pulling duty in my shop — was built in August of 1984. Almost exactly twenty-five years later it’s still going strong.
I mentioned a while back that my dad’s Shopsmith Mark V came to live with me on super-extended loan from the old man. Read: he’ll have to pry it out from under me to get it back. I left it be for a little while and started to read manuals and figure out what everything did.
Other than a small issue with the bandsaw accessory I just found this weekend, I was amazed that after some quick calibrations and a coat of wax, the machine I remember as a kid hummed to life and performed with exactly the same smooth precision it did back then.
It’s not really world-changing and I shouldn’t be surprised really, but it was nice to see it put through a few paces the last few weeks and come out the other side like the workhorse it obviously is. I guess the old man does know how to pick ‘em.