Reg Mitchell
10-02-2006, 6:34 PM
I think most of you will recall the "surprise" I received a few weeks ago at turning on my power. Well I was off this weekend and had already taken out the disconnect and sent it back and received the new one. My nephew came over last week and replaced the old one and the inspector came out and oked the set up and power was put back to the shop.
I arrived
Saturday morning and Vick was at the farmers market doing a little shopping for tomato's to can some salsa. I was talking to a friend when I pulled into the driveway. He was aware of the last electrical venture also and we talked for a few moment longer before we said our goodbyes and hung up.
I sat there a few more moments looking at the garage door thinking about what my nephew said about the breaker could have exploded the last time. I got out of the truck and made my way to the door,opened it up and walked the 40 ft through the dark building. Past the rebuilt Oliver sitting on the floor still unused for the year that I hae had it for lac of 3 ph power. i looked at the huge Snowflake also sitting unused for the same reason. The tennoner, mortising machine, all sitting waiting for that electrical excitement that would once again bring them to life.
Finally I was face to face with the BOX. A bitter taste formed in my mouth as i stood there, thought racing through my mind at the speed of light. Unintelligible but streaming like high speed Morris through a automatic sending machine. I watched as my hand slowly raised and moved toward the 200 amp switch. I felt the cold plastic as they made contact. My heart was racing so hard i could hear the thumping in my ears.
Suddenly my muscles contracted power racing through my arm and reaching my finger as helplessly i watched momentarily as the pressure transferred to the switch. Just before the switch wat move to the own position my eyes snapped shut and my jaws tens as my teeth clamped together.
CLICK. The silence was deafening. My eyes slowly opened. It was dark. I suppose all the breakers in the breaker box were turned off so I looked and yes they were. I reached for the 110 breaker for the lights. Click. I jumped as the light flashed into illumination. A smile crossed my lips an my heart pounded harder. Click, Click Click. One after another I turned them to the on position. I made my way to mill. I turned it on. My heart leaped and it accepted the power and responded whirling into action.
Later that evening Bruce Norton came by and helped me wire the Oliver I have be wanting so badly to power up. We wired the disconnect and ran the wire to the power switch on the saw. I pushed the button. Nothing. My heart sank. All that time and effort and nothing. "Oh here's the problem", Bruce walked across the floor, turned the disconnect on. I tried again. Man what a sound to my ears. After over a year I finally got to hear music from the Oliver. Reaching into my pocket, I have seen this somewhere before, I stood a quarter up on end and smiled as it didn't even offer to fall.
That was the happiest Non-Event I can remember :)
I arrived
Saturday morning and Vick was at the farmers market doing a little shopping for tomato's to can some salsa. I was talking to a friend when I pulled into the driveway. He was aware of the last electrical venture also and we talked for a few moment longer before we said our goodbyes and hung up.
I sat there a few more moments looking at the garage door thinking about what my nephew said about the breaker could have exploded the last time. I got out of the truck and made my way to the door,opened it up and walked the 40 ft through the dark building. Past the rebuilt Oliver sitting on the floor still unused for the year that I hae had it for lac of 3 ph power. i looked at the huge Snowflake also sitting unused for the same reason. The tennoner, mortising machine, all sitting waiting for that electrical excitement that would once again bring them to life.
Finally I was face to face with the BOX. A bitter taste formed in my mouth as i stood there, thought racing through my mind at the speed of light. Unintelligible but streaming like high speed Morris through a automatic sending machine. I watched as my hand slowly raised and moved toward the 200 amp switch. I felt the cold plastic as they made contact. My heart was racing so hard i could hear the thumping in my ears.
Suddenly my muscles contracted power racing through my arm and reaching my finger as helplessly i watched momentarily as the pressure transferred to the switch. Just before the switch wat move to the own position my eyes snapped shut and my jaws tens as my teeth clamped together.
CLICK. The silence was deafening. My eyes slowly opened. It was dark. I suppose all the breakers in the breaker box were turned off so I looked and yes they were. I reached for the 110 breaker for the lights. Click. I jumped as the light flashed into illumination. A smile crossed my lips an my heart pounded harder. Click, Click Click. One after another I turned them to the on position. I made my way to mill. I turned it on. My heart leaped and it accepted the power and responded whirling into action.
Later that evening Bruce Norton came by and helped me wire the Oliver I have be wanting so badly to power up. We wired the disconnect and ran the wire to the power switch on the saw. I pushed the button. Nothing. My heart sank. All that time and effort and nothing. "Oh here's the problem", Bruce walked across the floor, turned the disconnect on. I tried again. Man what a sound to my ears. After over a year I finally got to hear music from the Oliver. Reaching into my pocket, I have seen this somewhere before, I stood a quarter up on end and smiled as it didn't even offer to fall.
That was the happiest Non-Event I can remember :)