ryner1988
Well-known member
Hi all,
So, I shared my Dropbox link elsewhere, and the general consensus is that it's likely the transmission or tub baring going bad due to age, so it would probably be best to just run the machine as is until it dies, and then replace it. My wife and family, both blood and in-laws, are firmly in this camp as well. No one feels it would be worth it to call for service on a 30-year-old machine. So, I will just enjoy using the Maytag while I can, hopefully it can chug along like this for a while yet, and then I guess it's back to the drawing board for a new machine from a stupid big-box store that works half as well which hopefully I'll be able to use in an accessible way.
Honestly, this brings up some complicated feelings for me. I've been researching both on here as well as other places online, and the thing is, if I were sighted, I have the utmost of confidence that I could overhaul the A112 myself. I understand the instructions perfectly. On an intellectual level, it all makes sense to me. I know what parts I would need, I have a really good idea about what to look for as far as the improper noises go and how to work on correcting them, I understand the preventative maintenance steps that would need to be taken to keep the machine in service long-term. I am mechanically minded and the whole thing just clicks in my brain. What is more, the process actually sounds fun and intriguing, restoring this great old machine to like-new condition. What an accomplishment that would be!
All that being said, I also am aware that I can't execute any of this myself. There are too many dangers lurking that I can foresee. What if I mess around and get oil everywhere and can't clean it up properly? What if I cut myself on a sharp piece? Also there's the aspect of knowing academically what to do and which part is where, and actually putting that into action. I could mess that up pretty easily without vision.
Earlier this evening, I was trying to help my wife set up a printer on our wireless network. It requires an app to work properly, and the whole thing just made me want to run away. It's not dangerous though, so everyone thinks I should be good at computers and things like that. And I do enjoy technology to a degree, but I hate setting it up. I just want someone else to do that crap for me and it just work. But I've always known, off and on through my life, that I have a passion for the vintage and restoration, but I've just never given it a lot of thought, probably because A, I think I knew that it's like driving a car or being a firefighter in the realm of what is possible for me and my situation, and B, I think it's related to how my family pushed college on me, because no one who is disabled can get anywhere without an education; no one even discussed the long-term viability of a possible trade with me. I feel that I might have done really well in trade school. As I said though, college one out, and so I think my passions got pushed to the back of my mind. However, when the 1980's washer arrived in my home, it sort of brought to the forefront of my mind the fact that I'll probably never be able to follow through with that passion, because it's too difficult to engage in non-visually.
Sorry for the downer post, guys. I suppose I just had to get this crap off my chest, because I know I'll never be able to do the work you guys do and I suppose I'm belatedly grieving that loss in a way. I do hope you all have a great night, and I hope this post wasn't too out-of-bounds or inappropriate.
Maybe I'll do some laundry in the old machine tomorrow to feel a little better. LOL
Ryne
So, I shared my Dropbox link elsewhere, and the general consensus is that it's likely the transmission or tub baring going bad due to age, so it would probably be best to just run the machine as is until it dies, and then replace it. My wife and family, both blood and in-laws, are firmly in this camp as well. No one feels it would be worth it to call for service on a 30-year-old machine. So, I will just enjoy using the Maytag while I can, hopefully it can chug along like this for a while yet, and then I guess it's back to the drawing board for a new machine from a stupid big-box store that works half as well which hopefully I'll be able to use in an accessible way.
Honestly, this brings up some complicated feelings for me. I've been researching both on here as well as other places online, and the thing is, if I were sighted, I have the utmost of confidence that I could overhaul the A112 myself. I understand the instructions perfectly. On an intellectual level, it all makes sense to me. I know what parts I would need, I have a really good idea about what to look for as far as the improper noises go and how to work on correcting them, I understand the preventative maintenance steps that would need to be taken to keep the machine in service long-term. I am mechanically minded and the whole thing just clicks in my brain. What is more, the process actually sounds fun and intriguing, restoring this great old machine to like-new condition. What an accomplishment that would be!
All that being said, I also am aware that I can't execute any of this myself. There are too many dangers lurking that I can foresee. What if I mess around and get oil everywhere and can't clean it up properly? What if I cut myself on a sharp piece? Also there's the aspect of knowing academically what to do and which part is where, and actually putting that into action. I could mess that up pretty easily without vision.
Earlier this evening, I was trying to help my wife set up a printer on our wireless network. It requires an app to work properly, and the whole thing just made me want to run away. It's not dangerous though, so everyone thinks I should be good at computers and things like that. And I do enjoy technology to a degree, but I hate setting it up. I just want someone else to do that crap for me and it just work. But I've always known, off and on through my life, that I have a passion for the vintage and restoration, but I've just never given it a lot of thought, probably because A, I think I knew that it's like driving a car or being a firefighter in the realm of what is possible for me and my situation, and B, I think it's related to how my family pushed college on me, because no one who is disabled can get anywhere without an education; no one even discussed the long-term viability of a possible trade with me. I feel that I might have done really well in trade school. As I said though, college one out, and so I think my passions got pushed to the back of my mind. However, when the 1980's washer arrived in my home, it sort of brought to the forefront of my mind the fact that I'll probably never be able to follow through with that passion, because it's too difficult to engage in non-visually.
Sorry for the downer post, guys. I suppose I just had to get this crap off my chest, because I know I'll never be able to do the work you guys do and I suppose I'm belatedly grieving that loss in a way. I do hope you all have a great night, and I hope this post wasn't too out-of-bounds or inappropriate.
Maybe I'll do some laundry in the old machine tomorrow to feel a little better. LOL
Ryne