Noises assault the ear from every direction. Grinders, spitting sparks into the air create a whine. It is a high pitched sound which can grate on your nerves.
Machines rumble. Some merely filling in background noise while others scream as gears mesh in high speed engagement. Blowers add to the cacophony of sounds, a whine of rotors pulling dust and powders away from the workers.
A vertical lathe provides a syncopated beat as vanes are intermittently cut to size. The beat changes as the tool cuts into the part.
Air hoses whistle as chips are blown from newly drilled holes, the chips bouncing off the drum tight safety shields. The alarm on the crane clangs as the hoist moves down the aisle. The sound of the bell decreasing as it moves away.
A chorus of voices can be heard, filling in as noises dim. Laughter, yelling, discussions of dimensions create a song of work and workers.
The machine shop is an orchestra of noises. None planned, none scripted, yet they can all fit together to make a symphony out of the clamor. It is a concert of industry preformed by the machinists and their instruments.
On a good day it can sound wonderful. On a Monday, it can sound like hell!
1 comment:
Brings back a lot of memories. I can hear those in my mind
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