Craik then hoists the barrel onto the firkin worker, placing it horizontally on a beam and locking it into place. That's where the chips come out. He dons safety glasses and red ear covers, turns on a spotlight and starts the machine. Conversation is impossible for the next few minutes as the firkin worker does its thing. The machine spins the barrel while the shaver moves along the beam, scraping the insides.
Chips fly out both ends and through the bunghole.
There's no escaping the wooden snow. When the shaver reaches the opposite end of the barrel, it takes a second skimming, leaving a pattern of grooves. After lifting the barrel off the machine, he sands it out. The rotor leaves a few rough spots, especially where the wine is soaked in. The chips aren't thrown away.