The kind of dreams you get when they deliver your large anchovy and green pepper pizza and you discover the only thing in the house to drink is chocolate milk that’s just about to turn.
On a recent trip to Raleigh I visited the used furniture place I wrote about in Where the Mediocre Goes to Die. There is a showroom with some furniture that has been cleaned up a bit or painted. Then there is the warehouse with stacks of rough, used furniture. The furniture has two prices: one price as is and one price painted. Prices are written on a piece of blue tape
It was in this warehouse I found four retired workbenches. I would say former workbenches but I feel the need to give them the benefit of the doubt. With a little work they could be as useful as they ever were.
First up is this English pattern workbench variant:
Then there is this large sturdy fellow with drawers:
Number three is this odd little number with the oddly placed vise:
But the star of this little show it this 13′ slab bench:
There is/was a leg vise:
There is an odd collection of holes at the leg vise end:
There is also a planing stop:
If you are interested, I can give you the address.