The Franzinator (whatever generation & model) resides between the compressor and the receiver. It functions very well there. Anyplace downline from the receiver a Franzinator just becomes another water seperator that will remove some liquid water.
The Polisher resides between the airline and the tool, as close to the point of use as is practical. It employs totally different principals of physics from the Franzinator. The polisher is really a cheap and dirty copy of a piece of equipment used in the refinery business coupled with a device used in the natural gas delivery business.
ShytFloorTalk, well, there's quite a bit to it. It evolved from Weldunce Web after the owner of that former dormant site that went hotter than hell over a weekend when HoFart's ghynomanager fired ROCK on Friday afternoon, and told the weldors to like it or lump it. WW was available and unused, so we took it over and built it. After a while, the ******* owner of WW (an offshoot of Lawnsite) got it in his mind he could regulate a bunch of people who think hanging molten metal in the air is normal. He appointed his ****** boy to moderate the site. A week later WelDunce Web was swirling at the bottom of the toiletbowl. The owner of WW announced WW would continue to be the hot site unless and until someone among the troublemakers, he called them the Garbage Gang, grew the balls to set up their own site.
2 new sites appeared within the week. Toolboxtalk was set up by a young man named Caleb, because he knew how to do it, and his friends needed a site, and SFT was set up to be a profit center by an alcy.
I was in on SFT from the beginning, and showed the owner (for lack of a few terms I'd like to use) how to employ an internet site as a fat tax writeoff.
The owner is a traveling salesman for a soap manufacturer and really has no intrest in the site other than making money from it.
We had an agreement back before Day 1.
I along with a handfull of others built the place over a year or so.
I wound up in ICU with a heart problem, and the Hairdresser from Lubbock & his part time concubine gained control of SFT.
SFT was knocking down some fantastic tax deductions, running on a free server, fleecing the server provider, and WelDunce was backing up like a plugged toilet.
Along comes a magazine publisher looking to buy a website that is up, running, and has potential. SFT ownership gets wind of it, and figures to look more attractive to the buyer (who ain't real bright) by increasing membership. Owner & drinkin buddy Scumley figure the perfect group to drag in is the Pirate 4x4 croud, and go after Pirate members.
Meanwhile, a 7 year old kid becomes a mamber of SFT, with everybody's full knowledge and agreement certain words don't appear on the forum. No big thing.
Next thing I know, Pirate asswipe arrives and starts with the F bomb all over the place. I PM the guy and ask him to edit. He refused & got worse. The hairdresser & concubine have Mod power to delete the posts or edit them, so I ask them to do so. They answer telling me they can't without Owner's permission. I tell both of them what they are good for.
Owner ain't got the balls to respond to me, so I get fed up and walk off SFT.
Owner sends me a Email telling me it's too Fing bad I didn't croak from the heart problem, but now he has his board and I can't do a thing about it.
The hairdresser and concubine begin propoganda, telling everyone I'm welcome to come back any time I want to, the runt hairdresser is a good writer, and learned bullshytting real well makin ugly women think they look good. Meanwhile, I'm completely locked off SFT.
Owner, hairdresser & concubine think they got smarter than their Rabi. Big mistake, they forgot I had personally © every post I made. I have my lawyer buddy inform SFT owner he can either pay royalty, buy, or remove my material. He grows beerballs. He has munchkins strip © off all my posts.
He finally about a month later finds out I will own him for the rest of his life for © misuse, and archives the entire board.
That's the short version.