Hi,
Many thanks wine~o for your kind comments. Yes I do take a lot of pride in doing a job to the best of my ability and this at times unfortunately cause me lots of grief. As an example please read the following story which I'm sure many members can relate to.
Whilst working on the this sprayer I found a short high pressure hose which had been tampered with rendering it no longer high pressure; the correct HP fitting had been removed from one end and the coupling made by a common jubilee clip? I think this hose is in such a position on the sprayer that it isn't on the high pressure side but me being me and looking at this bodge job it doesn't sit well with me so I'll sort it out? Yesterday armed with the hose I drove over to Thomas Wright's here in Huddersfield; the guy on the counter said sorry we can't supply anything like that at all but if you drive over to this guy he will make one up for you and he kindly gave me directions.
Off I went driving at the usual Huddersfield snail pace with all the traffic lights at amber/red; traffic calming and road works; I knew roughly where this guy was located but took a wrong turning ending up in a bomb site; the steep road was cobbles and I could have dropped the car into some of the holes never to be seen again; our new Fabia Monte Carlo has alloys fitted with very low profile tyres and I was extremely worried about causing damage to the car; as I leveled out I drove very slowly past a number of industrial units (old derelict mill); two guys were standing by a car so I stopped and asked for help. You've taken the wrong turning; take the next left. So off I went again and the second turning was equally as bad as the first turning but for fun this time a humped back bridge was thrown in for my enjoyment. I won't mention the company by name but I very slowly drove around all the units avoiding the bomb craters best I could and there was no sign of this company at all in fact many of the industrial units didn't have any signs at all just blank doors? Once again I stopped the car and made inquiries; you need that blue door just past the burglar alarm; if the shutter is up he will be in? The shutter was indeed up but the place was dead. Not to be beaten I pulled out my cheap mobile phone and dialed the number shown above the door; the phone appeared to be dead so I climbed into the car where it was quiet but again the phone didn't connect; the number was easy enough to remember so I set off back home feeling totally frustrated.
On the way home I visited Crown Auto Centre where I'm a regular customer and asked if he knew where I could get one of these hoses made up? There's a place in Ravensthorpe which makes up hoses but he couldn't remember the name? Back at home I browsed the web and found the Ravensthorpe site but it looked as though they sold the pipe and fittings with no mention of making pipes up to order?
A bit more web browsing and I found a site with the same name I had been trying to visit at the bomb site but this time the address was different? Perhaps they have moved to new premises? I tried phoning from our land line but only got through to their answering machine. The website clearly stated open six full days a week 24 hours a day which is unusual these days so I thought given the site is less than ten miles away I'll pop over. Yesterday evening we suffered a thunder storm with torrential rain but I was in the car by 6:30 this morning heading out to have a new hose made up? The address was on the far side of Huddersfield which I'm unfamiliar with and it looked a pain to get to on Google maps. I entered the post code into our new Garmin SatNav and set off; within a few hundred yards the Garmin instructed me to turn right which was in the totally opposite direction I wanted to be going so I ignored it and head off in the correct direction; eventually the Garmin got its act together and I was diverted down country lanes; now well on my way; turn left which I did and I drove down a very narrow single track lane to end up in a private cul-de-sac; returning back to the real world I was on my way again.
At last I was very near my destination and as I followed the Garmin instructions I couldn't believe the website address was a council house in the center of a large council estate; yes it was the correct address and as I sat outside this house looking at the rough garden with lots of kids plastic toys on a street with cars parked both sides making it a single track I thought at this point if I tried to shoot myself I would surely miss? It's hard to believe such places still exist these days in the UK; the public phone box had been destroyed by vandals leaving shattered glass everywhere; I thought thankfully all I need is a hose to make my life happy; how would I feel if I had to live here?
Anyway I still need a hose and I'm more determined than ever to obtain one; I'm too thick to quit and to simply re-install the old hose? Before retirement I would have popped into the works maintenance department and obtained a new hose without drama or fuss but now so many places have closed it's becoming increasingly difficult to obtain anything other than fast food which I don't touch.
Another job I want to sort out on this sprayer is to remove the thick build up of paint on the trolley tyres as seen in the picture; I've tried paint stripper which I'm worried will attack the rubber so have resorted to more manual methods of removing the paint; I've tried scraping; chiseling; using a Stanley shoulder plane and am currently having a bit of success using a detail sander with a 60G pad fitted; I will eventually succeed whatever obstacles are thrown at me; the harder things become the more stubborn I get. I think I'll ask Bron if she would like a trip out in the car; Ravensthorpe isn't too far away and who knows where we'll end up but it's not boring?
Kind regards, Col.
- Original high pressure hose.
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- Trolley wheel.
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If gloom had a voice, it would be me.
I have no idea how to prime that unit...