Made this place because I spent four hours yesterday turning down a brass bushing for a 1984 garden tractor steering knuckle that isn't even worth fifty bucks. Reminded me of my uncle's old combine that had so much slop in the idler pulley it sounded like a box of wrenches in a dryer. Every time I swear I'm just gonna haul the scrap to the yard, but then I'm out in the shed at midnight freezing my fingers off with an inside micrometer. Post your ovaled-out bores and seized shafts so I know I'm not the only stubborn idiot alive. 🔧