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Category: Home Ec

Things around the home & hearth

  • Old Kenmore Sewing Machine Foot Control Repair

    Foot control - inside view
    Foot control – inside view

    One of Mary’s first investments when she got out of college was a sewing machine and she’s been using it ever since. Of late, it’s gotten a bit sporadic and the foot control seemed to be at fault.

    The symptoms were that the foot control required too much travel (equivalently: foot pressure) to get up to speed, it started abruptly (poor speed regulation), and sometimes cut out without warning.

    So I took it apart to see what I could do.

    Two pins in the side hold the top cover in place and serve as pivots. Loosen the two visible screws in the center of two of the bottom feet, hold the top half of the case down, and slide the pins out.

    A wedge on the top half presses down on the middle of the steel bar, pressing it into the rheostat. A dab of silicone lube on the wedge greatly improved that action.

    Rheostat graphite wafers and contacts
    Rheostat graphite wafers and contacts

    The speed control itself is brutally simple: a carbon-pile rheostat in series with the 120 VAC 1 A sewing machine motor. The ceramic case and heatsink tab tell you that things get pretty toasty inside that Bakelite case.

    Disassembly is obvious, which is one of the nice things about old electrical gadgets: you can puzzle out how they work and how the parts fit together just by looking. A slew of graphite disks slides out from two cylindrical tunnels in the ceramic case, followed by two graphite contact buttons. The brass fittings on the front have carbon dust on their raised surfaces, but are basically just stamped & machined metal parts.

    No fancy electronics, no firmware, just a high-power (and utterly non-inductive!) carbon variable resistor.

    The rheostat has three modes, in increasing order of pressure:

    • Off — no pressure on the foot control
    • Resistive speed control — resistance varies with foot pressure
    • Full throttle — rheostat resistance shorted by front switch
    Rheostat speed control contacts
    Rheostat speed control contacts

    With no pressure on the foot control, there’s a generous gap between the contact bar on the back surface and the two graphite buttons sticking out of the ceramic case. There’s no way for the contacts to close by shaking or accident.

    A bit more foot pressure connects those two buttons through the shorting bar across the back. Light pressure on the graphite disks means a relatively high resistance, on the order of several hundred ohms, and relatively low current to the motor. Of course, that also means the motor has poor starting torque, but … a sewing machine doesn’t need a lot of torque.

    Increasing foot pressure squeezes the disks together and decreases the resistance. It drops to a few tens of ohms, perhaps lower, but it’s hard to get a stable measurement. The motor averages all that out and trundles along at a reasonably steady pace.

    Rheostat full-speed contacts
    Rheostat full-speed contacts

    Finally, the brass disk in the central case tunnel shorts the tabs on the two brass end contacts and lets the motor run at full speed. Increasing the foot pressure beyond that point doesn’t change anything; the spring-loaded shaft can’t deform the tabs.

    The steel shaft and contact disk can short one or the other of the two piles, but that just decreases the already small resistance by about half. That might give the motor a speed boost instantly before jumping to full speed.

    As nearly as I can tell, the carbon disks evaporated over the decades, as the piles seems quite loose and required a lot of foot motion to reach the first contact point. I lathe-turned a pair of brass disks about three wafers thick, so that they’d take up the empty space in the piles.

    I also filed the brass end fittings flat so that they contact the disks over more of their surface. The first two disks looked like they had hot spots: loose carbon collected in the areas where the contacts didn’t quite touch them. I doubt that actually improved anything, but it’s the thought that counts.

    The spacers worked reasonably well, although I wound up removing one graphite disk from each pile to ensure the full-speed contacts would close properly. They’re in a small plastic bag tucked under the aluminum heatsink tab, where they can’t get lost. With any luck, the bag won’t melt around them.

    Rheostat with brass spacer button
    Rheostat with brass spacer button

    A few days later, the sewing machine stopped working entirely. The foot control itself seemed to be working correctly, but a bit of poking around showed that the cord had a broken conductor just outside the strain relief. I cut the cord off at the strain relief, hacksawed the strain relief apart, then rewired it. The cord is now four inches shorter and everything works fine again.

    I think this would be a nice candidate for a PWM controller, but then I’d have to shoehorn all that circuitry into the base of the sewing machine or add another cord to the foot control. Ptui, this works well enough.

    Memo to Self: Replace the entire cord next time.

  • Storm Door Latch Lube

    Storm door latch parts
    Storm door latch parts

    Our old house has storm doors with brass latch bolts and brass strike plates. Brass-on-brass is nicely self-lubricating, unlike the steel-on-steel contraptions available these days, but of late our back door hasn’t been closing smoothly.

    I fiddled with the door closer’s tension and release point to no avail, then (re)discovered that a dab of PTFE lubricant on the latch and strike plate makes the storm door close exceedingly smoothly. The base grease is clear and doesn’t make a black mess of things.

    Duh.

    Maybe everybody knows that and perhaps I knew it at one time.

    I wrote about rebuilding the strike pull and shaft cam of these latches as CNC projects in my Digital Machinist column. Naturally, the replacement latches available in the local hardware stores didn’t fit the door, so the simplest course of action was some quality shop time.

  • Analon Slide Rule

    Whenever I do anything even slightly out of the ordinary with magnetics, I must drag out my trusty Analon slipstick to make sure I haven’t lost a dimension.

    Analon slide rule - front
    Analon slide rule – front

    Go ahead, you verify that the area inside a BH hysteresis curve is proportional to power loss in a given transformer core. I’ll wait…

    Analon slide rule - back
    Analon slide rule – back

    My recollection is that I bought it in the Lehigh University Bookstore in the early 70s, but that doesn’t square up with the Analon’s history: they should have been out of circulation by then. I’m pretty sure I didn’t get it in high school, extreme geek though I was, and it’s for damn sure I wouldn’t have bought one after graduation. Come to think of it, if the LU Bookstore wasn’t among the last bastion of Analon holdouts, where would you look?

    Over the decades I’ve penciled in a few handy dimensions they didn’t think of. Unlike most of the 600 597 (plus one in the Smithsonian) Analons in the wild, this one actually gets used, so it’s not New-In-Box (which means you collectors need not suffer from involuntary hip motions). It’s also not as grubby as it looks: I didn’t spend a lot of time futzing with the scans.

    Anyway, that’s called beausage and it enhances the value.

    Works that way with other antiques, right?

    Links:

    Yeah, OK, it’s a Slide Rule Gloat…

  • Power Outlet Contact Failure

    Burnt outlet expander
    Burnt outlet expander

    Ordinary AC power outlets have fairly robust contacts, designed to last basically forever. I have no idea what the actual design life might be, but it’s rare to have an AC outlet fail.

    This one did…

    It’s an outlet expander at the end of an extension cord that provides six outlets. I’d installed it at my parent’s house (I was their go-to guy for electrical things, of course) and everything was fine. One visit involved rearranging some appliances and the adapter went nova when I plugged something into it.

    Me being their go-to electrical guy, I’m pretty sure this gizmo didn’t experience a whole bunch of mate-unmate cycles in my absence. Most likely it was defective from the factory, so sticking a plug in once or twice was enough to break the contact finger.

    dsc00153-detail-of-burnt-socket
    Detail of burnt socket

    Here’s a contrast-enhanced detail of the outlet in the lower-right of the top picture. The broken finger bridged the brass strips carrying the two sides of the AC line in the left side of the compartment.

    Blam: brass smoke!

    Oddly, the fuse didn’t blow. It was pretty exciting to have a small sun in the palm of my hand until the contact finger fell to the bottom of the compartment.

    The bottom picture shows the offending finger. It’s pretty obvious what happened.

    Errant contact finger
    Errant contact finger

    I’ve read of folks applying silicone lubricant (spray, perhaps) to their AC line plugs to reduce the mating friction in the outlet. While that sounds like a good idea, I think it’s misguided: you don’t want to reduce the metal-to-metal contact area by lubing it up with an insulator. In any event, that sliding friction ensures the contacts have a clean mating surface with low resistance.

    Maybe use some Caig DeoxIT, but not an insulating spray!

    For what it’s worth, do you know that the durability of an ordinary USB connector is 1500 cycles? That’s far more than PCI backplane connectors at 100 cycles. Some exotic high-GHz RF connectors can survive only a few dozen cycles.

    Moral of the story: don’t unplug your stuff all the time. Use switches and stay healthy.

    This took place many years ago, so the picture quality isn’t up to contemporary standards.

  • Verizon FiOS: What’s the Real Price?

    So FiOS has finally arrived here in the hinterlands and the latest teaser deal is $70/month for 10/2 Internet and anywhere-in-the-US VOIP. The ad mailers always tout the blazing speed (although that’s not what they offer in the teaser) and voice clarity.

    But there’s an asterisk: the prices are always “plus taxes and fees”.

    So I called the FiOS order line (877-896-2263) with two simple questions:

    • What, exactly, are those taxes and fees?
    • What, exactly, will they add up to each month?

    After five minutes of telling the nice man everything they already know about me and giving him permission to read their own records of our account, I managed to push him off his script long enough to get a word in edgewise.

    He tells me that the taxes and fees depend on my exact location and the services I sign up for. I point out that we’ve just established my address and he should know what services he’s offering, soooo what’s the price?

    We go around and around:

    • He says the only way to find out is to sign up and get my first bill
    • I refuse to buy something without knowing the price

    Eventually he offers to transfer me to billing, where he says (and I have no reason to doubt) that they’ll certainly tell me the same thing. Sounds like a good idea to me, if only to get to the next screen. He’s obviously miffed that I’m not following my lines in his script and just buying FiOS like a good sheeple.

    I hear the usual beeps & boops, a snippet of their on-hold blather, and dead silence. Ten seconds later, the call disconnects and I get the usual “If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and dial again” message.

    They don’t care. They don’t have to. They’re the phone company.

    Right now we’re getting 13/2 Internet from Cablevision (aka Optimum Online) for $50 and a Verizon landline for $25.

    Let’s see: slower Internet and marginally cheaper phone service, plus the asterisk. Not a compelling value proposition in our situation. But, then, we’re cheapskates.

    Incidentally, the “taxes and fees” make up $10.61 of this month’s $25.09 phone bill. I have good reason to believe that if we buy two services from Verizon, the fees will add up to $20 or so. But there’s no way to find out without buying them first, of course.

    I’m seriously thinking of killing the damn landline and struggling along with VOIP and our $5/month cellphone.

    Update: Today’s mail brings an even better teaser with a different phone number: 877-896-5322. It’s still $70/month for a one-year “agreement”, but now with free activation and a $100 cash card and they guarantee the rate for two years. The kickbacks push it just under $60/month for the first year. Still has that asterisk, though. Not to mention that the offers just keep getting better and better … I’m sure the early adopters are astonished at Verizon’s sliding incentive scale.

    Update 2: If you ignore the flyer and sign up for FiOS via the Verizon website, you get an additional $5/month off and you don’t have to deal with Verizon customer service. That brings it down to $55 plus the dreaded asterisk… I wonder what next month’s mail will bring?

    Update 3: Another flyer and the offer is still $70/month, free activation, and $100 cash back. Somehow I think FiOS uptake around here isn’t living up to their expectations.

  • Bad Gas!

    No, not that kind!

    Over the last several years, more or less coincident with the switch from MTBE to ethanol, all of my small internal-combustion engines have stopped working with stored gasoline, even when it’s treated with StaBil, even for just a few months.

    After plenty of putzing around, pouring in fresh gasoline has solved the problem in every engine.

    For example, I’d left the snow thrower’s tank empty after tracking down the bad gas problem in 2007. I filled it with gas from about November when we did the last of the leaf shredding; I think I’d dosed it with Sta-Bil, but in any event that’s relatively young gas by my standards.

    The blower didn’t even cough when I leaned on the starter button; not a single pop. I fired a dose of starting fluid up its snout and it still didn’t fire. At all. Period. As a friend puts it, starting fluid should wake the dead.

    Pulled the plug, blew compressed air into the cylinder to dry it out, went out for a can of New Gas, drained the Old Gas, filled the tank, and it fired right up. Surges a bit at idle with no choke, but I can deal with that.

    Lessons learned:

    • You cannot store ethanol-treated New Gas for more than a month or maybe two, tops, at least for use in small engines.
    • Sta-Bil doesn’t work on New Gas. I’d love to be proven wrong, but this whole bad running thing began with well-treated gasoline stored in a closed container.
    • There is no longer any way to have an emergency gasoline stash on hand so you don’t have to go out in the FFC (that’s Freezing obscene-gerund Cold) dawn for a fresh tank.

    Even with fresh gas, the engines surge under light load, which is a classic symptom of an air leak around the carburetor: lean running. But in all the engines? And with no detectable leaks? Even after replacing the gaskets?

    As nearly as I can tell, the problem stems from the 10% ethanol added as an oxygenate. The additional oxygen reduces pollution in modern engines, but causes small engines (at least the ones without electronic mixture control, which are all of mine) to run very very lean.

    The cheap solution seems to be setting the engine at about 1/3 choke for normal running. That richens the mixture enough to make the engine happy, but without farting black smoke out the muffler.

    Although I no longer keep a 5-gallon can of gas for emergencies (which I’m sure will come back to haunt me one of these days), I do keep a gallon with dose of StaBil for the yard equipment.

    Update: As of late-Feb 2009, that entire Cornell website has been dead since I posted the link. If it never comes up again or the link stays broken, here’s the punchline. The link pointed you to their evaluation of Cherokee Trail Of Tears beans, with this review from someone with *cough* experience:

    This is my favorite dry bean for black bean soup. It’s not called “Trail of Tears” for nothing. If you walk behind someone who’s eaten a mess of these beans, your eyes will be burning. It’s a very gassy bean.

    This Internet thing isn’t ready for prime time; stuff just softly and suddenly vanishes away.

    Update 2: Cornell is back online again. It seems their servers got pwned… after their desktops got infected. But, eh, they’re running Windows, what do they expect?

  • Vanquishing the Power Vampires

    Every gadget comes with its own battery charger wall wart, every single one of which dissipates a watt or two even when it’s not charging. Add ’em up, multiply by $2 per watt per year (check your electric bill; that’s closer than you think!), and realize that you could afford some nice new tools just by unplugging the things between charges.

    But that’s too much trouble and, really, AC outlets aren’t meant for that many mate/unmate cycles. I had one contact fall loose inside a power strip a while ago and the carnage was spectacular.

    What to do?

    Recharging Corner
    Recharging Corner

    Find an otherwise unoccupied flat spot (or build a shelf near an outlet), buy two or three Power Squid adapters (you don’t need surge suppression for this assignment, so get ’em on sale cheap), plug all your chargers into the Squids, and turn everything off with a single switch when you’re not charging anything.

    Bonus: You certainly have some low duty cycle power tools that always have dead batteries when you need them. Plug ’em into the Squid you use most often for other batteries. That way, they’ll get a boost whenever you charge something else, which should keep ’em up to speed.

    I set this tangle up before Power Squids existed, so I just plugged a bunch of Y-splitters into an ordinary power strip. It makes for a fearsome tangle of cords, but at least it’s out of the way atop the never-sufficiently-to-be-damned radon air exchanger in the basement.