Last weekend I went to a frigid second hand store to look at a desk. Chipboard. Turned around and found a huge bandsaw. My sister and I are taxing our poor 12" craftsman resawing and considering buying a new one. While waiting for my sister to come see I found this while wandering around moving to avoid hypothermia.

I didn't get it but very sentimental. When I was about 8 a neighbor refurbished one of these for me. Only a few speeds worked and they had painted it bright red. It was my childhood kitchen tool for cakes, cookies and really odd salad dressings (my typical dinner contribution).