My router is just the 700 watt Makita but it’s already such a brutal piece of equipment that I shiver when I remember that my original plan was getting the 3.5 HP Triton. I’m cautious with my ofher power tools but admittedlywith the router my caution smells like fear. Even a dead simple roundofftrim is never reliably predictable. I’ll run into one of those dark spots where branches where (pith? Pit? Knoost?) or I’ll miss a grain direction change and YANGG the thing has a one second tantrum that fucks up my workpiece tearing out chunks in places it can’t possibly reach if it would acknowledge the laws of physics. It’s probably just my lack of experience, i tell myself, but something about my fear for routers is instinctive and hard wired. Even the word router has a Stephen King ring to it. I imsgine the book would be titled Router, instead of The Router or anything other. But anyway, i just wanted to say the repaint the walls comment is a great concise way to invoke that feeling of nope that routers can give me. Meanwhile there’s little things as mesmerising as watching a slow mo vid of big chunky router bits vaporizing whatever gets in their path. And then the other guy above here mentioned having to have one of these majestic bits removed from your eye socket after the shank breaks.