New Floor

• The timing was never quite right this past winter. There was a long list of off season projects that never quite got off the ground: the rollers-generated espresso machine, the wheelbuilding loft, the spotlights and rotating sizing station. But I suppose these things will come with time. But one project had long stood out like a sore thumb. Or maybe a sore toe: that of the crumbly and ugly taupe tiled floor.

  "You need a wood floor if you're going to be selling Storcks," commented one customer a few weeks ago. As he put down his deposit on an Absolutist 0.9.

  The momentum came from Liz, who decided spontaneously to rip out the entire floor one afternoon, becoming one one woman demolition crew in the process. The craftsmanship and ingenuity came from Liam, who engineered the beautiful new "theater-quality" wood floor. And others pitched in along the way, making this, as most things that happen around here, quite the team effort. As the safety officer, my job consisted of ensuring that the crew avoided sprained wrists, electrocution, and hours of polyurethane inhalation: a job well done!