You ever find yourself in a situation with a neighbor where he offers you something that he knows you need and the price is your time and sanity? Such was the case with Old Mr. Wooten, who lived 2 doors down (since moved and deceased). He liked to just drop by and openly speculate about the things I needed. One such thing was this (honestly) piece of crap $99 SkilSaw table saw he found at a yard sale. Now we thought the world of Mr. Wooten and his delightful wife Shirley. They were kind people, broke, in debt, but just salt of the earth folks. But he'd show up at my house on a Saturday afternoon, I'm up to my elbows in a project, sweating, dirty. He'd dawdle about and jibber jabber about nothing and basically be wasting my time. "Burning daylight" we'd call it. Anyway, the price of him leaving on this day was $50 for this saw. I'm not a big fan of being strong-armed into purchases, particularly not with tools, but mercy sakes I needed him to leave me alone. So the deal was made and I had to go down there to his place and deal with the humiliation of dragging this junky-a$$ saw back to my place. And so it has been in irritating and frustrating service to me for 20+ years. Getting the fence parallel to the blade (the primary and essential purpose of a table saw) requires multiple measurements of the blade tips front and back to the fence, back and forth, and then herculean strength to lock the fence in that exact place. These days the start up of this machine is a curious performance where the motor will start/stop/start/start/stop/start/stop/pause/start. etc etc. I imagine life with an actual useful table saw as some kind of Shangri-La. If someone could lead me down the path of table saw nirvana, I'd be appreciative.