Yes. Bruce. A sander called Bruce.
As I’ve said, if they let me run this thing, it would clearly be a display of gross negligence and wanton reckless abandon. But they did.
After much discussion, we allowed as to how a 60lb power tool running at nearly 85mph with a highly volatile battery chemistry in a wood-framed building with a crowd of drunken people standing within a few feet probably wasn’t particularly prudent. It wasn’t so much the running. It was the stopping. Yet they let me do it anyway. Once. We did agree that I should just give it a “squirt” (their words) to see how it ran. How was I to know that killing the power halfway down the track was a little more than what they considered a “squirt”? Oh well…
The comment regarding running it in the competition was” “It just wouldn’t be fair”. Also, “We’re setting up an entirely new class for you. ‘Unrestrained’.”
See you next year!