Alright, so when you hear somethin’ like, you know, lookin’ for “pictures of nipple,” your mind probably jumps to all sorts of stuff, right? But lemme tell ya, in my line of work, which is mostly tryin’ to fix things that are already broken, it usually means somethin’ way less scandalous and a whole lot more frustrating. We’re talkin’ about finding images of tiny, specific, often ancient bits of machinery.

You’re there, elbows deep in some greasy old contraption, maybe it’s a pump, maybe it’s an engine part, and there’s this little protuberance, this small fitting – sometimes folks literally call ’em grease nipples or something similar. And you desperately need a clear picture of that exact one to figure out what it is, how to get it off, or what to replace it with. Good luck with that, especially if the machine’s from before the internet was even a twinkle in someone’s eye. Try finding a crisp, detailed shot of a “Series 3 retaining nipple for a 1972 McFurter Valve Assembly.” It’s a nightmare.
And it ain’t just these “nipple” things. It’s a common headache with tons of obscure components. The web’s crammed with everything under the sun, yet sometimes the one critical, tiny piece of visual information you need for an actual, hands-on job is just…poof. Gone. Or buried under a million irrelevant hits.
Why’s it like this? Poor documentation, that’s a big one. Especially for older gear. Manuals are lost, diagrams are generic as heck and don’t show the real-world version that’s covered in 30 years of gunk, or the manufacturer made twelve silent revisions to that one stupid part and never told a soul. So you’re left guessing.
The result? Hours, man, sometimes days, wasted. You’re squinting at fuzzy photos on some ancient forum from 2003, posted by a guy named ‘WrenchMaster78’ who might, or might not, have been looking at the same part you are. It drives you nuts, slows everything down, and makes you want to just throw your tools across the workshop.
So, how do I know all this, and why am I gettin’ all worked up about it?
Well, there was this one time, this job I took on. Supposed to be a simple refurbish of some old industrial mixers. “Easy peasy,” the client said. “Just get ’em spinnin’ again.” Famous last words, right? These mixers, turns out, were practically museum pieces, custom-built for some factory that shut down decades ago. No part numbers I could find matched anything current. And each one had these really specific, small brass fittings, kinda like tiny nipples, for the lubrication system. Couldn’t identify them for the life of me.
I spent a solid week, I kid you not, glued to the screen, phoning up old-timers, anyone who might’ve seen these things before. I was searching for any picture, any diagram, any mention of these blasted fittings. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. The client was getting antsy, asking for updates, and I was about ready to tell him these mixers were fancy new boat anchors.
Then, get this, totally by chance, I was at this swap meet on a weekend, lookin’ for some old tools, not even thinkin’ about the job. And there, under a pile of rusty junk, was a casing from an even older, completely different machine. But somethin’ caught my eye. Sticking out of it was one of those damn brass nipples. The exact same design. My heart pretty much leaped.
Bought the whole rusty heap for like ten bucks. Hauled it back to my shop, carefully extracted that little fitting, cleaned it up, and finally got a good look at it, took my own detailed pictures. Turned out it was a custom job, but seeing it in my hand, I could figure out how it was made and what I could use as a substitute. Got those mixers running, eventually.
So yeah, that whole ordeal taught me that sometimes the “pictures of nipple” you need ain’t gonna be found with a few keystrokes. Sometimes, you gotta stumble over the real thing in the wild, covered in dirt. And it definitely taught me that the internet, for all its wonders, ain’t always got the answers for the really fiddly, real-world problems. Sometimes, you just gotta make your own solutions, and your own pictures, after a whole lot of swearing.