You want to get some of that alpha-numeric gibberish created without so much as straining a pinkie. And let’s not forget, it means tying up the machine and being stood in the cold shop.
And you’ve quickly realized that conversational programming is about as fun as explaining to your wife why she must park on the street and why your kid needs to get a job because their college fund is ‘invested’ in a big box in the garage. You’ve jogged it around, loaded up the hand-written g-code that you spent all of Sunday night writing, double checking, and testing… without crashing…much.
You’ve taken the garage door off, cut a hole in the roof, broke your back in 5 places and dropped a thousand bucks into a curse jar but you’ve got your machine in its final resting place. So you’ve done it…you’ve sunk your life’s savings (or should that be wife’s savings) into a CNC.
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