The Past was a Cast Iron Bitch, and This was her Chain-Saw

It's like someone bolted a motorcycle engine to a Roman broadsword. Just look at this chain-saw! The cylinder is bigger than a fist and the muffler's more solid than a rifle-bore.

I could barely lift the thing. I can't imagine working with it.

Sure, I'm a pussy. Just give me an electric powered plastic and aluminum Worx, please.

I've borrowed the title of this post from Hive account@everittdmickey. He used it in the comments of my post about an outdated cell-phone and disposable technology. It made me laugh then, and I thought about it again when I came across this beast in an antique store during Saturday's explorations in Plymouth with Hive account@donnadavisart.

This thing's gotten a lot of use. I bet it would start right back up if you popped in a new spark plug and some gas. (It looks like it holds a whole gallon.) It's no piece-of-crap Poulan, that's for sure.

But nuts to that. I'm not going to be the one to pull on the cord.

It would make a great prop for a horror movie, though. Or a horror documentary.

I will say this: the men who worked with these tools must have been strong. And if they lived to old age, they must have been pretty smart too - or at least careful. Lumber-jacking really meant something in those days.

That's why I'd probably have opted for fishing. Or knitting.