A light-hearted look at real examples of a strange but common experience, inspired by another thread about simple mistakes.
Can sometimes we be too clever for our own good?
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1) I worked in an acoustics laboratory with standard test-rigs used by scientists making experimental equipment. One visiting group became convinced their device had failed, for no clear reason.
Tactfully – these were people way above my educational and professional station in life – I suggested tracing the signals through the system. Each unit was chained through a patch-panel, allowing simple diagnosis by oscilloscope… Sure enough, a nice healthy transmit-side sine-wave from the signal-generator, cut into blocks by the pulse-generator, etc. Credible, low-level received signal, but not reaching the measuring volt-meter.
Hmm. Then the Eyeball, Mark One, spotted it….
The received signal was cleaned by an adjustable band-pass filter, with high-pass and low-pass halves. Normally the decade range switches would mirror each other's position. This time they both faced the same number, so the filter stopped all below, say 10kHz…., and everything above 10kHz. A stop-all setting revealed by mere switch-pattern!
Sighs of relief and several red faces among those of the Exalted Stations In Life.
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2) My turn to be caught.
I helped a friend and fellow model-engineering society member restore a water-mill to flour production; but it suffered from strange surges in the stream, shock-loading the machinery, breaking wooden cogs (proper name for mill-gearing teeth), about £12 each.
We realised the sill needed a simple choke board of adjustable height for appropriate powers while diverting surges over the weir…
… so sketched arrangements of screws, wheels, bevel-gears, shafts, journals ….
On my next visit, my mate says, "Done it", pointing to the window-sill. Thereupon reposed the necessaries for setting the choke for milling, idling (demonstration-only) and driving the grain-cleaner…
… Just labelled pairs of plain wooden blocks.
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3) Please take this as NOT undermining the memory of some very able, thorough craftsmen no longer with us. Instead it crystallises the above, showing how considerable shared and individual experience can mask the obvious, and prevent conceiving having made basic mistakes.
My society built a 7.25"g, all-fabricated version of LBSC's 'Juliet' for portable-track duty. It was assembled in the club workshop on the usual Tuesday evenings, by some very skilled people; but when they tested it on air, the chassis just would not run.
Things were re-measured, re-fitted; Reauleaux Diagrams sketched… the chassis could still only ooze round half a turn then violently leap the rest.
Some of us also used the workshop on Saturdays. On one such, by chance only I turned up, but I set the chassis running lest fresh eyes spot the oddity. My hand did: air puffing from an exhaust fitting's over-deep cross-drilling. LBSC recommended plugging such with a "weeny" brass screw anointed with sealant.
I left the air on while hand-drilling the tapping-size, to blow the chips outwards (exhaust side, remember). The drill broke through; the chassis nearly leapt off the bench!
Calm restored, cautiously edging the air back on made the engine run, roughly, but somewhere-nearer. Puzzled, I removed the exhaust branch-pipe… corrected the mistake, refitted the pipe, added the LBSC-approved weeny screw. Now it ran somewhere-much-nearer.
I think the ghostly chuckle was only the compressor water-trap.
May I be forgiven for arriving early on Tuesday so the main builders arrived to find me innocently engaged in my project while Juliet peacefully ticked over within tuning of all-correct.
With due modesty, I showed them the original paper gasket, with a tiny relief cut by moisture and pressure where the central hole wasn't.
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Still, they say, the man who made no mistakes, made nowt.
I've certainly made many! Sometimes by not thinking sufficiently ahead.
At an exhibition, I was admiring one 3" scale traction-engine as a happily well built, well cared-for romper around the rally-field. The man next to me merely moaned about some minor solecism. Extra rivet…? No, I didn't ask, "Which one's your engine, guv?"
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