It was all going so well, had a minor electrical issue with the dust extractor (fried capacitor) last week, but the electrically knowing ‘jocks amongst you came to my aid, and within a couple of hours I had switched the capacitor from the band saw and was once more sucking chips and dust.
However, I fear nothing will help me today. The foul stench of TS death has overpowered the spicy smell of sapele dust that I have become accustomed to for the last two weeks. Smoke issuing from the ventilation slots, hot casing, press the button and nothing happens, just an electrical moan of protest and more foul smelling smoke.
My table saw has gone and died on me. It’s motor sent to the afterlife.
Having already lived through this before a couple of years ago, I know that it’s going to be a five week wait for a new motor to come from Germany. I have already had the denial phase, anger too, especially when I gouged a big chunk out of my finger with a torx bit removing the motor.
Think Renners, think!
This motor’s predecessor chewed up the gear on the armature shaft, but electrically, it was functioning fine. It made a crunching, rattling sound before finally refusing to engage the blade, but still whirred like a sewing machine. That motor got taken out and stored in the garden shed, in case ‘it might come in useful’. I’ve retrieved it in the hope of taking the good gearbox off the smoking motor and cobbling together something that works from the two cripples, just to get me by, but do you think that gear will come off the armature? No. It mocks me. I rang the nearest power tool service centre to me but they won’t touch it because it’s not a brand they stock, I’m back in the anger phase, grrr.
Next phone call is to ‘Power Tool and Plant Hire’, maybe they can do something. Maybe they can ‘but not until Saturday’, they have strimmers and ride-ons to service and won’t get to look at it before then. This is frustrating, surely my table saw is more important than someone’s front lawn. Pah! I suddenly detest gardening even more.
I need to calm down a bit and put things into perspective. I’m nearly done with all the heavy cutting, I can nip into my Father in Laws and borrow his Scheppach Combination saw – that’s a mitre saw with a table on top for ripping, handy for when you’re fitting jobs, so it is.
I’d almost go out and buy a new table saw, but I need to get paid for this job before I can do that.
I knew something like this was going to happen…
...3 Hours later…
I saved myself a wasted journey to the powertool repair place on Saturday. The smoking motor is different to the old one. Pulled out the armatures, they are similar but not the same. I was hoping I could swap them but the newer one has a smaller end bearing and bigger fan. Bugger.
Bugger and acceptance.