Those pesky safety mechanisms are most useful when they’re at their most annoying.
What I have been doing for quite some time now instead of re-doing the upstairs shower drain: Searching for a response video for posting under the heading “Meanwhile, on the other end of the spectrum”. Years ago, I saw footage of a spectacularly dangerous wood splitter somewhere online. Essentially, it was an axe head welded to a truck rim installed on the truck’s rear axle. First gear, add a bit of PTO throttle, ain’t nothin gonna stop that one.
So literally hours of searching later, I can conclude that there is a plethora of dangerous wood splitter videos online, but nothing quite like the original. It was titled “In Soviet Russia OHSA hide from you!” or some other unsearchable term, but I should have turned it up by now if it was anywhere close to the surface. It probably got buried when YT went full Fahrenheit 451, back when kids started vaping tide pods. This one is a decent substitute, though:
There’s a home made screw type splitter in my dad’s shed. Grandpa put it together back in the day, by installing a hand turned conical screw onto an enormous 2-pole 3 phase motor, and bolting the thing to a work table. It works scary quick, and will dim the neighborhood lights before throwing in the towel, but it still can’t do what’s possible with a wedge and a sledge hammer. The real knotted lengths of 16" birch are still done the old fashioned way.
Doing it manually is so much more satisfying anyway. When you get all the details right, perfect the process and get a rhythm going, it’s positively cathartic. I wish I had a pile of firewood to deal with. It could keep me away from that plumbing for ages.