Just as Gene finished loading the engine stand he is borrowing, I reminded him of my tool lending policy:
You have to store it until I want it back..
Correct English: you loan money; you lend everything else. I don't know the why of that.
There is a flaw in your tool lending policy. When you need the tool you will not remember who you loaned it to. Then of course after 10 years the right of adverse possession kicks in.
Then why are entities that loan money called lenders? Something just ain't right.
I loaned a valve seat grinder, valve grinder and a hydraulic press to a friend with the caveat that he stores em and I come to his place to use them.
Worked perfectly til his shop burned down 15 years later
Jim is correct. I once loaned a valuable tool. One day, I needed it but could never remember who I loaned it to. It gets worse. Now, I can't even remember which tool it was!
I've started a list, right here in the security of my computer...
Loan is a noun. Lend is a verb. Did Shakespeare have Marc Antony say, "Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Loan me your ears!"? Nope. You go to the bank for a loan. If you qualify they lend you the money.
In Idaho, for adverse possession to kick in, you have to pay the property taxes as well, that stopped a lot of adverse possession claims.
I lent a friend my portable hydraulic car lift. A few years later my Son and I were looking for it and could not find it. With the size of it we could not figure how we missed it. A few years after that, my friend called me up to drop off my jack that he had the entire time. We got quite a laugh out of it.
I was always of the thought that there are two things you never lend out.
1) your wife
2) tools and equipment.
They always seem to come back the same way - F000xd.
I loaned a friend my air compressor once a long time ago....The air filter got lost somewhere along the line.......When it came back the valves were stuck....The top of the piston was like a diary of everything he painted.....Never loaded a tool again.....
You never get back what you loaned out in the first place.
My policy is, when you loan something, you are giving it away. Make sure the person is worthy of it. If it comes back, the gift has been returned.
My neighbor wanted to borrow my 16 ft. trailer. I thought about it for a while until I remembered his trailer had a bent up and broken jackstand hanging on it and the side rails were bent in from off loading off the side of the trailer.
I later told him I had to use it that particular weekend. So that was a nice way of saying NO.
Any body seen that Direct TV commercial where the chump, (who has already refused to help with the work being done), Tries to get out of a $500 loan? I know he's just an actor but I can't stand the sight of that guy any more.
That's why I have DVR: don't have to watch anything without at least a few minutes delay, so I can FF through the ads. I haven't yet had to see more than a glimpse of that Valley Girl pitching the car insurance.
The dvr converts tv from an aggravation machine to a wonderful tool. It automatically records programs I want, like Chasing Classic Cars, Air Disasters, Frontline and Nova. It even separates the new ones from the re-runs.
By FF'ing the ads and trivia, I can watch hour long news progams in 30 minutes, or even less.
My Grandfather used to say (if I remember correctly) "The only tool I loan out belongs to the tomcat and it always comes back"
I try not to borrow or lend, But there are times I might. My idea of borrowing is If it gets damaged I must fix it like new, but If I can't afford to buy one I can't afford to fix it so no borrowing. If I borrow something I make sure that I return it with in a couple of days before I forget about it, you know brain F--t can happen.
Auto Zone has the right idea for loaning/lending tools.
You pay full new list price plus tax.
If you take it back in 60 days they give you back every penny, including tax.
since there are Auto Zones close to me and where I work instead of going home to dig up a puller or other special tool I just run over to the Zone and get one. Saves an hour's time and 2 gallons of gas.
I have lent lots of tools (isn't the past participle of lend "lent"?) I have lots of friends and few tools.
The loan of a tool is a sacred, holy thing, especially when it involves that kind of rare, extremely hard-to-replace, vintage implement that does the job oh-so-much-better than anything manufactured in the last half-century (and you know the type I'm talking about; they're always rust-colored without actually being rusty). Man, that's an expression of trust and respect bordering on brotherhood.
As a Model T newbie, I've been the recipient of considerable kindness from a few fellows who really know their stuff and I'm occasionally entrusted with the temporary care and feeding of one of their specialized, antique tools. Not only is that a blessing because it makes the job go so much smoother, but it gives me a feeling of acceptance. I become part of the fraternity.
And it's kind of an awesome responsibility. I have to confess that my own tools don't get a whole lot of respect; they sit, gritty and greasy in a plastic bucket in my garage. But the good stuff borrowed from a trusting friend gets cleaned and stored in a cabinet drawer reserved exclusively for the occasional, visiting iron guest.
I was brought up by a second-generation, Italian-American Dad in a shoulder-strap undershirt, paint hat and tool-belt. Grandpa wore the same uniform. Both made their living as disciplined craftsmen and both treated their tools like a priest treats golden altar utensils. When he gave me a bicycle, Dad, in ceremonial solemnity, withdrew from his basement tool crib cabinet, a satchel-grip of ancient hand tools—and with laser beam eye-contact gave me permission to use them as I needed, conditional on their reasonable care and return. One made certain to be careful with the tools Grandpa had handed down to Dad. Respect.
Well, now Dad's tools are mine (and they sure as hell don't go in the plastic bucket with my Harbor Freight junk). Some of the wrenches have the Ford imprint, for Giuseppe and Conrad were Ford men; and when I use those tools on my Model T—which is identical to the one in the sepia-tone photo of Dad and Uncle Lou, for they two went partners on a 1915 Touring just before the war—I get a feeling of heart-tugging nostalgia. I still hear Dad saying, "Before you screw on the nut, turn it backwards till you feel the click. Then screw it on."
Then again, when some guys look at a wrench, all they see is a wrench.
9 times out of 10 when I was young I wound up screwed in some way by having better than average tools and 'friends'...
when I was older I got cautious and almost a line of sight rule prevailed...
Then I had kids grow up and that's another story...
So then I became the grouchy old cus, and neighbors and 'friends' were whispering behind my back...
Then in the interest of harmony...I stumbled across an estate sale that wasn't doing too well, and got a bunch of good stuff for a song! From that 'find' I made up a canvas crash bag of the most preferred items. Complete with an inventory list inside. Now when there is a knock or a call, they get the ENTIRE crash bag! Somehow it gets in their way due to bulk and always finds its way home Now the paint overspray, and the vice grips used as prybars, and the weld spatter that shows up? No skin off my back...I'm the 'friendly' guy again and they don't get access to my real tools EVER (the kids still sneak a few out on occassion...but when I can't find it I only have 2 phone calls to make
When I brought home my MGTD (or was it my DevinVW?), my Dad dug out a set of Monkey Wards adjustable reamers, saying not many cars use kingpins anymore, and gave them to me.
It was another forty years before I used them on a T. . Me being the youngest of four boys, all his other tools have migrated to me. Well, my oldest brother may still have some, as he's always doing projects like this bug he built from a picture, for a Smith Motorwheel he restored.
At the rate he's going, I'll be sending Dad's tools to him when I'm finished with them. He's a veteran of Normandy +4 days and the Battle of the Bulge.
When lending a tool is it ok to say ? If I break it I cry, if you break it you buy.
Yea, I don't like having to remember who's borrowed what. One time I asked a guy to return a tool he borrowed "for a day or two" three months later. He said, "Why, do you need it?" I since made it a policy not to lend tools. Most of the time they come back late if at all, and if they come back, they are often damaged.
Oh Oh, Not sure if I'm sorry I asked neighbor Ralph to borrow his engine stand now or not...
I am always more than happy to drop what I'm doing and help out a friend or neighbor that is less fortunate in skills or tools. Most always reciprocate in their own way. I'm just glad that I have the time and ability to be able to help out someone else.
There have been many people that have helped me out and I am always glad when I can do the same.
Yup, I have some tools that I would lend unless I knew and trusted the guy. Have had a few returned in a condition that I wouldn't have but you can always put them on your list for next time.
My idea is why do we all need to duplicate tools in our garages that are used maybe a couple times every other year or less. I've bought a tool for one job and am happy a friend can also get some use out of it before I'm gone and I plan on that being a long time from now.
Our T club has a stash of tools just for that purpose. many of them have been donated or purchased or made by the members for the club.
I borrowed back the clutch drum puller I had donated the the LBMTC. I caught flack for not getting it back to the tool crib right away...