Dan Saultman on fri 12 sep 97
One day while throwing on my high-rpm wheel I had thrown a rather
large pot with a very flared top. I had broken the rule of not using
much water and the top portion of the pot started to collapse. I lost
my temper and kicked in the turbo speed rpms half thinking that maybe
it would straighten itself out with the centrifical force, or maybe it
would develope into a better shape that I hadn't considered. Instead
it flew apart with great force. A big sloppy piece hit me right in the
forehead another on my chest. The third sloppy piece flew across the
room and imbedded itself in the venetion blinds above my partners
head; making quite a crash. My partner, who had just come in from
dirt-biking had placed his helmet near his wheel and was throwing with
his back to me. When the chunk of noodley clay hit above his head, he
just turned, quietly put on his motorcycle helmet and went back to
work. I thought, "I gotta get a grip on my temper, I could kill
myself"
Dan Saultman
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