I’ll never forget the good times we had. You were like a third arm to me. A third arm that could cut through anything.
I remember buying you for $15 at harbor freight, curious about what an angle grinder could do. You surpassed my wildest expectations.
You died an honorable death in the service of racing.
It will be remembered by the cutting wheels, the long serving grinding wheel, and the wild wire wheel. As well as the upscale harbor freight grinder you will be replaced with tomorrow.