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The factory floor, caught in the act.
Most of what we make spends its life inside something else — a hinge in a stage trapdoor, a spring under a launch ramp, a bearing in somebody's better mousetrap. So once a year we walk the Springfield works with a camera and catch our handiwork out in the open, before it disappears into yours.
Nothing here is staged. The welding bay really does throw sparks like a holiday parade, the tool crib really is arranged in an order only Marge from second shift understands, and the warehouse aisles really do run long enough that the forklift crews give directions by landmark. It's loud, it's precise, and it's how a 4,000-item catalog gets out the door with a 99.4% on-time record.
From drafting bench to loading dock
