Jed
TreeHouser
Dude, no, I never toss em until, (if it’s Stihl chain) it is down to the lazer engraved witness mark.
I’m gonna (cause I’m super judgey like that) blame wonkey rails way before I blame the chain. Has a guy closed his rails? Has he filed them down even?
If the answer is “yes,” then it has come down to what Stumper has called a “Bumfuzzler.” Now the Bumfuzzler is a terribly elusive creature on par with many other cryptozoological animals such as the Chupacobra, or Loch Nessy. It basically happens when the bar rails are so uneven for so long that the blessed undersides of the blessed tie-straps (links) begin to become uneven themselves, because of the uneven wear that the janky bar was producing. At this point, a guy replaces his bar (at great expense) but then uses his old chain on it (because he has just sharpened it in an effort to get his saw cutting straight) and darn-near rips his hair out of his head because his chain still binds in the cut do to the fact (and perhaps unbeknownst to him!
) that the undersides of his tie-straps/links/riders are unevenly worn. This is Stumper’s Bumfuzzler, and I am here to tell ya that it can darn near send a grown man home in something resembling a bad mood—dead serious.
Wife: “what’s wrong honey?” You: “Nothing.”
I’m gonna (cause I’m super judgey like that) blame wonkey rails way before I blame the chain. Has a guy closed his rails? Has he filed them down even?
If the answer is “yes,” then it has come down to what Stumper has called a “Bumfuzzler.” Now the Bumfuzzler is a terribly elusive creature on par with many other cryptozoological animals such as the Chupacobra, or Loch Nessy. It basically happens when the bar rails are so uneven for so long that the blessed undersides of the blessed tie-straps (links) begin to become uneven themselves, because of the uneven wear that the janky bar was producing. At this point, a guy replaces his bar (at great expense) but then uses his old chain on it (because he has just sharpened it in an effort to get his saw cutting straight) and darn-near rips his hair out of his head because his chain still binds in the cut do to the fact (and perhaps unbeknownst to him!
) that the undersides of his tie-straps/links/riders are unevenly worn. This is Stumper’s Bumfuzzler, and I am here to tell ya that it can darn near send a grown man home in something resembling a bad mood—dead serious. Wife: “what’s wrong honey?” You: “Nothing.”
