It’s been almost a year since I last used my tablesaw. It currently stores a bunch of parts for the screen door, a bandsaw tire set, a partially finished dovetailed box, and some random scraps. It’s also the place I hang my version of the woobie.
I’m seriously considering selling it. I only use it for long rips and now that I have the bandsaw it might have lost that use as well. The other issue is saftey. This thing scares the crap out of me every time I use it. I have never had an accident, or even a close call, in the 20-plus years I have had this saw, but past performance does not predict the future (full disclosure, I typed “hand an accident” first. Unintentionally. That was chilling).
Regardless, this saw’s time is probably up. If I am going to keep a tablesaw, I am probably going to buy a saw stop. I want to introduce my daughters to the fun, and power, of making things, but the possibility of an accident is so high. My dad has been cut, twice. Once as a kid and once as an adult. The adult accident damaged his ability to fully use his left hand.
It’s hard for me to let go of this chunk of stamped steel and cast iron. It was my first major power tool and an important transition point in my life. But sometimes you just have to end relationships for your personal mental health.