Sometimes you come across a machine that should be on its way to the KRUSHER yet it does not want to die. It is a rare event to be sure but I have had this happen maybe 2-3 times before in my 20 odd years collecting laundry equipment.
It is rare because several things must come together before this can happen.
1) The machine has to appear
2) The machine has to be soo beat up it is headed to the junk yard by all who touch it.
3) The machine must come to life totally on its own when plugged in by a fool.
4) The necessary parts must appear at the right time, the time when the machine is first plugged in by the fool.
5) The fool must realize the machine can live.
6) The old parts must all come off easy without the aid of a blow torch.
Once all these criteria are met you have a "Shibumi" a rare confluence of events that bring a dead horse back to life.
So it is with this machine.
Perc-0-Prince found this delapidated washer in the dump. He discovered it was thrown off the truck, landed----MIND YOU LANDED on its glass door WHICH DID NOT EVEN CRACK!
He told Greg and me that is just way he found it LYING on its glass door!!
The mechanism was so violently thrown around that it was completely off its rockers and the cabinet was pushed down 1 whole inch in one corner.
Well I heeded the call after looking at his post for a few days. I just wanted that boot it seemed like it had survived the "toss" as the Scots say.
We loaded it indelicately onto my truck but I didn't care I was taking the mechanism and the glass door and that beautiful boot! BY Tuesday it would be in the Krusher and out of my life!!
Back at the Washer Ranch Greg was once again staring into a washing machine ignoring my fabulous company so I got a foolish idea in my head. Plug the darn thing in and let the sparks fly one more time.
So I put on the LONG rubber gloves made note of the location of the Fire Extinguisher - the one I bought after Robert set my 1959 Frigidaire dryer on fire in the basemnent and Donald and I had to carry out with our bare hands while it was still flaming.
So I plug it in, bang off it goes into wash, bang off into spin then SCOOTCH the timer shifts again flawlessly.
SO I drag the darn thing out onto the driveway again and fill it with water to see the tub seal and pump bleed all over the motor.
SLOSH SLOSH SLOSH- it washes away silently NOT A DROP under the darned thing! WHANG the pump kicks in and water is spraying everywhere NOT because the pump is leaking but because the fool didn't secure the drain hose!!
SO then I call Gansky to tell him the shocking news since Greg is still stariing into the same washer.
He tells me he thinks he has the timer knob on hand which was destroyed when it was pitched off the truck!!
Now this is getting too weird!
So here she is being demonstrated with water by my own personal Vanna.
And she is on her way to being painted-- I can't believe it!
RICH take a look at this!!
It is rare because several things must come together before this can happen.
1) The machine has to appear
2) The machine has to be soo beat up it is headed to the junk yard by all who touch it.
3) The machine must come to life totally on its own when plugged in by a fool.
4) The necessary parts must appear at the right time, the time when the machine is first plugged in by the fool.
5) The fool must realize the machine can live.
6) The old parts must all come off easy without the aid of a blow torch.
Once all these criteria are met you have a "Shibumi" a rare confluence of events that bring a dead horse back to life.
So it is with this machine.
Perc-0-Prince found this delapidated washer in the dump. He discovered it was thrown off the truck, landed----MIND YOU LANDED on its glass door WHICH DID NOT EVEN CRACK!
He told Greg and me that is just way he found it LYING on its glass door!!
The mechanism was so violently thrown around that it was completely off its rockers and the cabinet was pushed down 1 whole inch in one corner.
Well I heeded the call after looking at his post for a few days. I just wanted that boot it seemed like it had survived the "toss" as the Scots say.
We loaded it indelicately onto my truck but I didn't care I was taking the mechanism and the glass door and that beautiful boot! BY Tuesday it would be in the Krusher and out of my life!!
Back at the Washer Ranch Greg was once again staring into a washing machine ignoring my fabulous company so I got a foolish idea in my head. Plug the darn thing in and let the sparks fly one more time.
So I put on the LONG rubber gloves made note of the location of the Fire Extinguisher - the one I bought after Robert set my 1959 Frigidaire dryer on fire in the basemnent and Donald and I had to carry out with our bare hands while it was still flaming.
So I plug it in, bang off it goes into wash, bang off into spin then SCOOTCH the timer shifts again flawlessly.
SO I drag the darn thing out onto the driveway again and fill it with water to see the tub seal and pump bleed all over the motor.
SLOSH SLOSH SLOSH- it washes away silently NOT A DROP under the darned thing! WHANG the pump kicks in and water is spraying everywhere NOT because the pump is leaking but because the fool didn't secure the drain hose!!
SO then I call Gansky to tell him the shocking news since Greg is still stariing into the same washer.
He tells me he thinks he has the timer knob on hand which was destroyed when it was pitched off the truck!!
Now this is getting too weird!
So here she is being demonstrated with water by my own personal Vanna.
And she is on her way to being painted-- I can't believe it!
RICH take a look at this!!
