Dead Generator - Our Gang Historical Perspective
Once again the never to be sufficiently damned generator in the truck is on strike. So tomorrow afternoon once again I make the five hour trek to Tampa. Monday morning the generator priests will once again take a crack at exorcising the demons from that thing.
This is the sixth go round on this set. So far the guru's have replaced the back end (that's the part the engine turns to make the electricity), the voltage regulator control boards (three times) and the fuel injection pump. Everything then can be tweaked has been tweaked to a fault.
Last Friday the generator shop tossed in the towel and sent me to an industrial diesel shop. The first thing they did was eliminate the problem the generator shop missed in the fuel line. The next thing they did was try to straighten out all the whacked out adjustments made by the generator shop while trying to adjust out the missed malfunction.
Alas, all the tweaking seems to have made the injector pump very angry. They managed to smooth out the speed problems, but it was only a temporary fix. Last night when I tried to start the unit, it cranked and cranked but refused to catch.
*uplinktruck sighs and prepares a number of arguments in favor of having Kohler replace the cursed thing*
While doing some paperwork, I put on one of the dollar DVDs I picked up in Tampa. This one happened to be the Our Gang Comedies. This is a three episode set with School's Out, Our Gang Follies of 1938 and Bear Shooters.
With the job I have I am acutely aware of the lengths broadcasters go to in order to present a culturally diverse face to the public. God forbid they get only US White Middle Aged Males for their "man on street" reaction sound bites. Every news room in the United States hires both on qualifications and where they are light on minorities and women.
Back in the 1920s and 1930s Hal Roach's Our Gang and Little Rascal's shorts were already culturally diverse. Well before the mandates of affirmative action and political correct corporate behavior were shoved down our throats Roach's films gave us images of these kids, black and white, happily working and playing together.
It makes you wonder which time was better.
Good night Mrs. Whack. Don't forget to put the cat out.
This is the sixth go round on this set. So far the guru's have replaced the back end (that's the part the engine turns to make the electricity), the voltage regulator control boards (three times) and the fuel injection pump. Everything then can be tweaked has been tweaked to a fault.
Last Friday the generator shop tossed in the towel and sent me to an industrial diesel shop. The first thing they did was eliminate the problem the generator shop missed in the fuel line. The next thing they did was try to straighten out all the whacked out adjustments made by the generator shop while trying to adjust out the missed malfunction.
Alas, all the tweaking seems to have made the injector pump very angry. They managed to smooth out the speed problems, but it was only a temporary fix. Last night when I tried to start the unit, it cranked and cranked but refused to catch.
*uplinktruck sighs and prepares a number of arguments in favor of having Kohler replace the cursed thing*
While doing some paperwork, I put on one of the dollar DVDs I picked up in Tampa. This one happened to be the Our Gang Comedies. This is a three episode set with School's Out, Our Gang Follies of 1938 and Bear Shooters.
With the job I have I am acutely aware of the lengths broadcasters go to in order to present a culturally diverse face to the public. God forbid they get only US White Middle Aged Males for their "man on street" reaction sound bites. Every news room in the United States hires both on qualifications and where they are light on minorities and women.
Back in the 1920s and 1930s Hal Roach's Our Gang and Little Rascal's shorts were already culturally diverse. Well before the mandates of affirmative action and political correct corporate behavior were shoved down our throats Roach's films gave us images of these kids, black and white, happily working and playing together.
It makes you wonder which time was better.
Good night Mrs. Whack. Don't forget to put the cat out.