Woodchuck Hyroller 1200 Service — Manual

The needle snapped to 400 psi. Then 500. The machine leaned forward, its intake chute yawning open like a steel yawn.

The machine paused. Its flywheel spun down with a sigh. Its six feet folded neatly beneath it. From the exhaust pipe came a tinny, off-key melody— doo-dah, doo-dah —and then a soft hiss. woodchuck hyroller 1200 service manual

"The 1200 does not jam. It digests. If you hear a sound like a dentist drilling a tombstone, do not look into the intake chute. That is not a log. That is the HyRoller re-evaluating its relationship with physics. Simply pour a cup of cold coffee onto the control panel and say, 'Badger.' The machine will spit out whatever it was chewing, usually in a more agreeable shape." The old maple stump she fed it vanished with a wet, polite belch. The machine then extruded a single, perfect wooden cube, one foot on each side. On its surface, grain lines spelled the word: MORE . The needle snapped to 400 psi

The pressure gauge hit zero.