Diogenes –
Sorry, I’d not spotted your post earlier.
No, the spindle is where its it should be relative to the bearing. The latter seats against a flange on the shaft.
The “half-inch” is only a bit exaggerated. I’m pretty certain most of the retaining-nut thread was exposed previously. I should have measured things before dismantling but having studied the drawings saw no reason to do so.
The problem with this bearings recessed into both ends of a cylinder, is you cannot inspect the innards without pulling it apart, which is very difficult to do on this example and likely to ruin the bearings in the process. Removing the spindle and its bearings requires considerable force on the top end of the spindle, so loading the inner race of the lower radial bearing. That bearing is was an extremely tight force-fit on the shaft, and fairly tight in the quill, so thinkinhg about it, the spindle cannot move axially and the thrust-bearing is either under considerable compression or does nothing!
I think the machine was designed to be relatively inexpensive to build and basically not repairable. Myford does not sell spares for these mills apart from cross-slide screws and dials, although the bearings are stock commercial items. Nor doies it website offer any repairs service, otherwise I could have entrusted the work to them. (Delivering only the head!)
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However, this is the “What Did You Do Today” thread.
A day at the Club track, to give the club’s loco (a “Wren”) its boiler’s ‘Steam Accumulation Test’ combined with testing modifications to the vacuum-brake system.
This revealed some small leaks in auxiliary plumbing joints, including possibly explaining why the ejector was not producing any nothing.
So after tea an evening in my own workshop, on pipework mending, and injector and ejector cleaning.
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Opened the kitchen door and there lay an immature gull. The horrible creature / poor thing had fallen from its nest way up on the chimney. It’s at learning-to-fly stage but as it shuffled away from me by using its wings and one leg I realised it had broken the other leg in the fall; that limb sticking out at a strange angle.
It could be anywhere in the garden by morning, putting me at risk of attack from Mr. or Mrs. Herring-Gull as they are too dozy to see I am harmless. I managed two or three trips to and from the workshop without incident, and prepared to use the locked side gates if necessary.
Its sibling had already fallen too, but is unhurt and existing on my neighbour’s ground-floor kitchen, a single-storey “South Wing” with pitched roof. The natural home for these animals is a ledge on a sea-cliff, and having watched how they learn to fly, I can only guess the fatality rate for the young birds must be very high.
So what now? I think there comes a time when the parent gulls actively shoo the youngsters away, or at least abandon them. That appeared to be happening, noisily, around the nearby roofs. I can’t look after it, but left alone it might die slowly and painfully from its injury plus thirst and starvation. I think there is a local animal rescue charity that can handle these things.
[PS. I think there’s a football match on somewhere. It’s nearly 1am but I can hear occasional choruses of shouts and whoops from the local screen-infested pub.]