I'll take it, if we can arrange delivery. Let's trade emails.twdb.twdb [at> gmail (dot} comThanks.== Michael
Whoa. Like you really thought I was fucking serious? I'm sorry, man, but not actually getting rid of the machine. Just frustrated--didn't mean to confuse you.Again, my apolgoies.
Oooh... this is embarrassing. What clues did I miss in that short paragraph? I was so convinced. Apologies accepted, of course; I didn't mean to be confused.
No, there actually weren't any overt clues, other than the fact that it's me who wrote it. I'm prone to hyperbole, sarcasm, and the occasional rant, along with terrible jokes, longstanding bouts of britishyness, and very long Sentences.I'm sorry for confusing you.
There are four rubber washers that the mechanism rests on within the body shell. You can see them from the underside. With age they deteriorate, allowing the mechanism to sink to the point that the bottom of the carriage, or bits that stick out from the bottom, like the margin sets, begin to hit the body. You can probably see fresh scratches on the body at that point. A trip to the hardware store can get you the parts to set things right.
Nyah, we're beyond this. I did the bushing repair when I first got the machine... And then it was great until I decided to write nearly 7K on it in a day. And then a day later it got taken apart--the night I posted this, or at least partially taken apart. The saw tooth escapement rail came off, the shell came off, the carriage rails got messed with, the drawband came unhooked, the bakspace linkage broke again... Yeah. It's been interesting.