Everyone's talking about reindustrialization, few are saying what it means. Manufacturing is coming back to America, but not the way it left. It comes back more machine than man.
Allan Industries is going to help build those machines so humans can refocus on the harder, more important work, the jobs that build a better tomorrow.
And we are not slow or greedy about it.
You send us the file, and we'll save you 50 to 80% on cost and turnaround time.
That's the idea, in Kansas City.
A set of custom (heavy) metal EOAT fingers will traditionally run you into the thousands and leave your poor robots dead and fingerless for weeks. @allanindustries finds that tradition offensive.
These fingers are manufactured from our toughest (light) material. For a fraction of the cost and on your floor in days, not the better part of a month.
Fast. Affordable. Durable. Strong.
That’s the idea, in Kansas City.
A set of custom (heavy) metal EOAT fingers will traditionally run you into the thousands and leave your poor robots dead and fingerless for weeks. @allanindustries finds that tradition offensive.
These fingers are manufactured from our toughest (light) material. For a fraction of the cost and on your floor in days, not the better part of a month.
Fast. Affordable. Durable. Strong.
That’s the idea, in Kansas City.
Everyone's talking about reindustrialization, few are saying what it means. Manufacturing is coming back to America, but not the way it left. It comes back more machine than man.
Allan Industries is going to help build those machines so humans can refocus on the harder, more important work, the jobs that build a better tomorrow.
And we are not slow or greedy about it.
You send us the file, and we'll save you 50 to 80% on cost and turnaround time.
That's the idea, in Kansas City.
Reindustrialize in The Motor City has been awesome
Speaking of motors, last month Michigan Governor Gretchen Whitmer stopped by Westmag in South San Francisco and made one
Nox Metals exists so America can build 100x more factories and technologically abundant industrial capacity in the West.
We are announcing our $11.5M Seed round led by Hyperion, with participation from Palmer Luckey, Y Combinator, Jared Friedman, RoboStrategy, Operator Collective, DTX, Alumni Ventures, and others.
Over the past few decades, America has neglected domestic production. We lost our dominating ability to build in the world of atoms while jobs on the factory floor plummeted.
It's time to build for America again. As our grandparents once did.
Since launching production only 7 months ago, we have shipped metal to hundreds of American factories. Countless truckloads to America's industrial base. And we are no where near slowing down.
Our metal has gone to space. It has protected our troops. It is in your car and in the machine that scanned your chest. It is all around us. And we can't stop supplying at warp speeds, because America needs it.
We will be revitalizing a WW2 era, 35,000 SQFT factory in Detroit this summer where we will have our techno industrialists working hard to further pursue our mission. We will be tripling down on technology, which has allowed us to move this fast for America thus far.
More code. More machines. More metal. More production.
A plane doesn’t give a shit about you. It’s economical, calculating, totalitarian. It stuffs you into a tube with a hundred strangers, every one sharing a window the size of a Pringle can, every one more interested in the destination than the journey. You cross the whole country at 35,000 feet and never once touch it. A plane makes the world smaller, yet more disconnected.
A train doesn’t give a shit about you either. But in a good way. It hands you a window three feet by six and makes you look. You don’t fly over the country, you go through it: the hearts of valleys, the fields, the ghost towns, the small towns, the cities. A train doesn’t shrink the world. It makes you feel small, yet connected. Like you’re part of something bigger.
And these rails were laid to serve the places that build things. Every line ends somewhere that makes something. Which happens to be every place worth going.
Make trains a thing again.
@WyattListon@jimbelosic@maxinomics SCS is well beyond a vanity business. It was founded and is still headquartered in Reno, Nevada (a "smaller" city) where it successfully bootstrapped and continues to grow and hire locally.
This shows these types of operations can thrive outside of major coastal metros.
I have a feeling manufacturing is going to move inland.
@maxinomics put out a great vid on this.
The flatbed data shows the inversion: manufacturing flipping from coastal to central. (Heat map below.)
Re-industrialization is coming, and it looks like it’s staring in the heart of this country.
Places like Kansas City and Detroit are already prime manufacturing hubs; rail, freight, and the industrial base all in the ground. It just needed a jump start and some fresh blood pumped into its old veins.
Plus; I'd bet it's a hell of a lot cheaper than trying to manufacture in California.
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Thinking about learning CAD?
@sendcutsend Community College is our free CAD education program designed to take you from the fundamentals to designing real parts for manufacturing.
Two semesters: Sheet Metal + CNC
Check it out 👇
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USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.