Tonight, however, as I sallied up to the sink for my traditional Saturday evening shave, I hauled down my Fatboy and sat it on the counter beside my black-handled slim adjustable. I wanted so dearly to use the Fatboy again, but it had betrayed me so badly the first couple of times I used it by lacerating my neck and chin that I was unwilling to give it another chance at shaving life.
And then it dawned on me as I pondered the unit - there was a considerable gap that was different from the opposite side of the razor. As I looked closer, I realized that the subject safety bar was out of alignment considerably, and that by using my small needle-nosed pliers, I just might be able to restore it back to near perfection. I was humlbed to think that the Fatboy had not betrayed me - rather I had betrayed the Fatboy in not giving it the love and care it deserved when it first entered my shaving cabinet. Yes - I had committed the cardinal shaving sin of not examining it as carefully as I should have upon receipt.
Well - it only took about 3 minutes to work it. Ply away I did - and to a wonderful result. Once I had realigned the safety bar - came the moment of truth - I would once again give this most wondrous shaving implement another chance at doing what it was meant to do - give great shaves to it's owner.
Well - I can now once again sing the praises of the Fatboy. What a wonderfully weighted razor, what craftsmanship, what mechanics. It was a stroke of pure genius! Thank you Mr. Gillette for designing such a wondrouse piece of equipment. And thank you Mr Kayam for not buying the company!
Yes, I now feel shave-fulfilled now that I am once again 'at one' with the Fatboy and am glad to have it back in the lineup after a period of distress and grief!
