As I was walking over to the shed to commence on another set of wheel rims this morning, Shakespeare’s Seven Ages of Man sprung to mind,
Then the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shiny morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. For ‘school’ substitute ‘shed’.
I’m now at the stage that I was yesterday evening having machined another set of wheel rims, this time to the correct measurement. I found a short length of tube and was able to machine this and then part off the rims as per the individual five in the picture. Tomorrow, I shall hacksaw the others off the stock and clean up the lathe as there’s a lot of swarf to get rid of.
Still, upwards from here.

Jon