Life of a Portable Air Compressor

Life as a portable air compressor is probably more exciting than most people actually realize. I don't just sit around waiting for exciting things to happen either. I am one of the lucky ones. I have an owner who uses me a lot so I don't have much down time. I like that. Keeps me feeling needed and special. We've had a lot of experiences together too. Yep, excitement, that's my game. Each day starts out with an exhilarating jolt as my motor vrooms to life, a refreshing surge of cool air fills my veins as the air rushes into my air hose. But what I really like is a shot of fresh oil to keep things moving smoothly. It's a simple life, but one I wouldn't trade for the world.

I happen to be just a small portable air compressor. I live with a nice man named John who owns a small construction business. He takes me with him wherever he goes. Usually, we visit job sites where John goes up to other men and talks to them about important stuff. I just hang out in the truck waiting patiently. Sometimes, John will come back to the truck and take me out to start working. These are the good days. Other times, we have to drive off and come back another day.

One time we were working together on a small project that John had lined up for us. I was all powered up and fully charged with air pressure like normal. Everything seemed just fine. I heard the buzz of electric saws and saw the normal saw dust flying around. Then, all of a sudden, and without any warning, my breath was taken away from me in a gush! I thought I was going to die. John had accidentally set his circular saw down on my hose and cut into it. It alarmed me at first, but before long John had me all fixed up and back to work we went. Ah, such is the life of a portable air compressor.

A few years ago I got a letter from my cousin back in Florida. He is a portable air compressor too. He works with a roofing company contractor. I could never do that sort of work because I am too big. Luckily, my cousin is just the right size and can be used up on the roof. I guess the workers just take him right on up and secure him to their roofing jacks. This seems dangerous to me, but different strokes for different folks.

A portable air compressor comes in many shapes and sizes. We are only truly portable if we don't get too big. As long as we can be moved around easily and used where needed then we are considered truly portable. Once we get too big, then we are relegated to shop work and other stationary jobs. I pity these poor fools. It would be boring to just sit in one shop all day. I like getting out and seeing different places and meeting different people. I think it keeps me young.

I like my life as a portable air compressor. If you own one of us, please treat it kindly. Keep it oiled, adjusted, well maintained, and take care not to set your saw down on its hose. If you do those simple things your compressor will be your friend for a very long time.