If you can do leatherwork, I would think you can wrap a coil. It might be tough, but I hope you can. It's a great way to customize your vape. Good luck with it
Thanks! To be fair, I had dad to help me with the leatherwork and woodwork for the first decade and a half or so, and he's one of those guys who's good enough to sell his work (though I still can't convince him of that... he has an artist's soul and says selling his work for a fair price would make him feel "dirty." I feel the same about writing, so I don't have a non-hypocritical rebuttal). But I've done it off and on for the 17 or so years since on my own... just had a good tutor. I strongly suspect that building coils is in the same vein, which is to say, very possible but something that will take months of near daily practice before I have something that works.... especially with the arthritis to contend with, which I didn't have as a kid. But any kind of fine manual work is like that for me - a few months of "this is ridiculous, why am I bothering?" followed by a few months of "Okay, I can do this, but it's SO SLOW, what's the point?" followed by, "I can do this, but it looks like crap," followed by "I can do this! Sure, it takes me an hour when other people can do it in 2 minutes, but I CAN DO IT."
For that matter, the process was the same with learning how to get dressed, brush my teeth, tie my shoes, do laundry, sew a button back on a shirt, cook a meal, etc, so I'm very used to it... and now I can do all of those things, and quite well. (Speaking of, I need to start my Thanksgiving shopping list... no one in this house dares do Thanksgiving since the first year I was in charge, cause I am the undisputed master of Thanksgiving Dinner. I just have to start it all early the evening before, which, to be frank, most people should do anyway. Far less stressful that way!)
I drive most of my disabled friends nuts.... they claim they don't know how I do it. (Although cerebral palsy isn't progressive, it causes cumulative wear and tear on the muscles and bones over time because spasticity causes our bodies to move in ways they're not meant to move... so most of us have the joints and muscles of a 60 or 70 year old by the time we're in our mid twenties/early thirties, and thus start to lose all that independence that we fought so hard for as kids... dressing/eating/walking etc. So my friends look at me, with my rheumatoid arthritis in the bargain, and wonder how I can still *do* all that stuff... and I think the answer is 1) I felt it slipping away and decided no way on god's green earth was I going to have to have someone wipe my .... for me at 35, and 2) I'm one of *two* kids with cerebral palsy, and I'm the eldest, and my sister is mentally impaired.... so my whole life, if/when I needed help, the answer was usually, "Okay, you can either figure something out (carefully, within reason), or you can wait a minute, I'll be there when I'm done with your sister."
And I'm impatient, so I'd wait about 30 seconds and then start trying to come up with ways to do it myself, whatever "it" was. Mom was grateful for that kind of initiative when we were kids, but it kind of freaks her out nowadays, e.g. when the instrument panel on the van died and I paid a friend $20 to pull it out for me, where I soldered a busted solonoid and told said friend I'd buy lunch as soon as he got the panel back in. The whole time, mom was freaking out... I've known the friend in question since high school, so he's used to doing the heavy lifting for me (and he's good at it) and he trusts me to know what I'm doing with the figuring things out end (and I usually do)... but I know she was still picturing us as smartaleck teens who may or may not have just permanently disassembled her only vehicle....
Such was not the case, of course. My friend got the panel back in, and she had a working instrument panel again. Which was a good thing, because the reason I resorted to "get that sucker where I can reach it and *I'll* fix it" in the first place was because without the instrument panel, the van couldn't pass emissions... so mom had been driving on expired plates for 6 months before she told me. And she didn't tell me because she knew I'd say "bring it here and I'll fix it.".... but hey, I meant it, and I did, so all's well that ends well.
And really, I owe that to my folks, too... that spirit of "HOW can I do this," instead of "I can't do this as fast/as neat/exactly like other people, ergo I can't do it at all." My first instinct is always to figure out *some* way, even if it ain't pretty. And I'll be honest, some of it is chasing a rush... there is nothing like tackling a project that it looks for all the world like you physically *cannot* accomplish it, and doing it, and then figuring out how to do it *well*. I like that.
.... and I like mom not having to worry about driving with expired plates.
So building coils will be a fun journey... there are only two possible outcomes, in my mind. One is "God, that took a year to figure out how to make the process work for me, but I'm pretty decent at this, at least enough for my own gear," and the other is "I can do it, but man, I just don't *have* an hour every time I need a coil, so I'll buy most of them and build one occasionally."
Either way is fine by me.
--Bo
