So off it came, put it on the work mate and I began grinding the bottom 8 inches off.
A thought Popped in to my head, what’s that smell?
Smells like singeing hair, maybe a spark has landed on my mustache.
No, that's not it, looking down now I could see that I was almost on fire. A big hole in my t-shirt, track suit leggings and skidders. I thought it was singeing hair.
So the moral of the story is grind away from you unless you want a bald spot.