Re: Washing machine schematic, OT.



Ian Iveson wrote:

Patrick said:

Searches didn't yield much,
and trying to work out the schematic of the
timer control with 60 position switch and the control unit
with 20 wire connections, one or two of which may be
incorrect
is not easy.

Its a tough old machine, but the fuckin Hoover timer
control module
has failed 4 times since 1978, but all else seems to test
OK.

How could the connections become incorrect?

If you'd read all the posts I made about the old machine,
you'd have seen how I admitted that after replacing faulty
timers without a schematic, I managed to get several wires to wrong
connections.
This was very very easy to do, because the wires all have individual
crimped slide on connections, not a multiposition plug.
So you pull one lug off an old terminal, and move it to the same
position lug on the new timer box.
So a single mistake may not be noticed.
And the same mistake can be repeated, and another created on the next
timer replacement.

The schematic for the machine should have been supplied with the
machine,
or supplied by the parts supplier with the suply of a new timer.
None of these wrong connections made unknowingly over the last 10 years
seemed to have affected
the main heavy duty cycle I normally used.

Anyway, one connection came right off a lug last week, giving
the same symptoms of a failing timer, ie, the machine would fill, and
pump out,
but not wash or spin.
I replaced the timer, and the same symptoms occurred, leading me to
think
that maybe the original timer was OK,
maybe the replacement is a dud,
maybe the motor or some other part
such as the motor micro switches had become faulty; ie, open circuit
somewhere.
And maybe I had the wrong lugs pressed onto the wrong terminals.

There is a thermal cut out to protect against excessive mains current so
its impossible to burn
out the motor.

This kept tripping. I tried several terminals for the wire that had
sprung off the
unknown terminal and no good results.

So maybe I needed a schematic, because working out what wire was
supposed to go to what terminal
without knowing schematic of the complex sequenced internal and
concealed timer switching,
working out what was switched to what and when would have taken me ages.

The spare parts shop reluctantly gave me a copy of the
schematic and in 30 minutes I had all the wires properly connected and
it actually
now washes better on the less used 'delicate' non standard cycle.

It is probable that the timer I have replaced is quite OK,
and it worries me not that i now have a spare for use when the present
replacement fails perhaps in 4 to 6 years time.
Then there may be no further support for timer repairs and the machine
then becomes redundant.
But I think I hove a spare, and maybe I won't need to dispatch the
machine to re-cyclers until I am 72,
at about the time when I myself may expire, and need recycling by
conversion into
gasses uppa chimney, and a bowl of ashes for fertilizer, ie, if the
Greenhouse Police
still permit cremations. No doubt there will soon be a HUGE carbon tax
imposed upon
the living for a cremation, or claimable by a government out of a
deceased estate.

People will begin secretly burrying their grandparents and parents in
graves in the back yard late at night or underneath the loungeroom to
avoid the taxes.

Much of what goes on amoung those living above their dead relatives will
cause a noise
similar to a spinning washing machine, no doubt about that!

It cost $8,000 to dispose of my sister's remains after she died of
cancer.

I reckon it was an outrageous waste of money, but then she spent
$10,000 on her marriage, and it lasted only 3 years.

If a bus runs over me while I'm out cycling,
I hope they have a nice big fire hose to wash my reamins down a drain
somewhere.
Outa sight and outa mind, and the pong lasts no longer than
the pongs when large kangaroos get mangled and left to rot by the
roadside.

During my 107km ride today, I cycled past one 4km stretch of road where
20 piles of bone lay at the road edge.

There is a real argy bargy going on amoung roo lovers and roo cullers,
as to whether they should cull the excessive population of roos.

But while they dither and ague, and carryon politically posturing,
roos are dying in agony and ruining motor cars at alarming rates.

I'd force all the roo lovers to ride the roads where I see the carnage.

They'd want the fences all raised from 1M high to 2M, to stop the roos
jumping over them.
Pollies and farmers would object because its all too expensive.

But roos are clever, they find a way onto road spaces, and once there
they are the dumbest
or poor brutes, and have no sense of road dangers, and will jump right
in front
or vehicles travelling at 100kph.

The wombats, wild foxes, rabbits and many bird species also litter
Australian roadsides. The repairs keep an army of panel beaters well
healed.
What you see that's dead is the tip of the iceberg because wounded
critters
try to get away but die from wounds and shock just out of sight,
judging by the pongs and absense of obvious corpse.

The worst thing is when a large roo comes into the cab through the
windshield,
and while still alive it kicks around violently and the results to
occupants
and accident outcome is appalling.
The bloodstains are difficult to remove.

Patrick Turner.
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