Almost makes me want to run out and buy an SB-303/SB-310 pair.
Almost.
Good job, George!
Almost makes me want to run out and buy an SB-303/SB-310 pair.
Almost.
Good job, George!
"Everyone wants to be an AM Gangsta until it's time to start doing AM Gangsta shit."
Back in my Novice days, I had a Space Spanner. I honestly don't recall now how I came up with it, but I think I bought it a the annual auction the old Livingston (NJ) ARC W2MO had as their annual fundraiser. I had a lot of fun listening to it.
When we moved from NJ to PA, of course it came with us, but didn't work as well (I'm sure the antenna at teh time had a lot to do with it), and I foolishly canabalized it for another project one day.
One day, I'll pick up another one, just for nostalgia's sake.
“Nobody is going to feel sorry for us. 90% of the people don’t care, the other 10% are glad it happened.” — Clint Hurdle, 2019
BAN THE DH!
Fudd's First Law of Opposition: If you push something hard enough, it WILL fall down.
Teslacle's Deviant to Fudd's Law: It goes in, it must go out.
"The 2020 election wasn't stolen, and speaking the truth is only a crime in countries ruled by tyrants" - Liz Cheney
“Nero fiddled while Rome burned. Trump golfed.” — Bernie Sanders
Nothing works as well when taken from NJ to PA.
A clear conscience is usually a sign of a bad memory
RIP ALBI-W3MIV RIP RUSS-W5RB RIP BOB-VK3ZL
Hah! Post Jersey traumatic stress...
"and I foolishly canabalized it for another project one day."
Lotta that went on. One always kept a predatory eye on one's radio herd, watching for signs of weakness, decline, a certain melancholic dishevelment indicating the device in question had outlived its purpose, whatever its prior utility, novelty, or sentimental value. Be great to put a frame around that moment, when, in one's mind's eye, a childhood electronic friend suddenly looks like a dirty old Merc on blocks, begging for release and reincarnation as a warbley one tube Hartley oscillator destined to make space noises on 20 meters.
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“Nobody is going to feel sorry for us. 90% of the people don’t care, the other 10% are glad it happened.” — Clint Hurdle, 2019
BAN THE DH!
Fudd's First Law of Opposition: If you push something hard enough, it WILL fall down.
Teslacle's Deviant to Fudd's Law: It goes in, it must go out.
"The 2020 election wasn't stolen, and speaking the truth is only a crime in countries ruled by tyrants" - Liz Cheney
“Nero fiddled while Rome burned. Trump golfed.” — Bernie Sanders
Amen! My first receiver was an AR-3. It suffered an undeserved fate when I finally got a "good" receiver. Today, AR-3's are rare at hamfests. Haven't seen one in decent condition for a looooooooooog time. This might explain it. I'd LOVE to have one now.
R.I.P, trusty AR-3. Hated it for a few reasons. Looking back, probably the BEST entry-lever novice receiver out there, especially with the QF-1.
If it's a war on drugs, then free the POW's.
Wow, that sounds exactly like what I have going with my dad's old tube Zenith portable that I am fixing. I replaced the selenium rectifier and now I am replacing the 4 section electrolytic condenser with 4 new electrolytic condensers. I also replaced all the other wax paper caps with modern day orange drops.
I keep my 2 feet on the ground, and my head in the twilight zone.
It already started to happen. I powered uip the radio on the bench and wasn't getting any voltage to the tube filaments. A minute later I noticed a very foul odor. I thought that a mouse or rat or something died behind the bench and was rotting.Then I noticed smoke coming from the selenium rectifier and the wirewound series dropping resistor was glowing red. I don't think the selenium rectifier was bad but it was looking right into a short, perhaps the 4 section filter cap that followed it. That's why there is a silicone rectifier in its place now.and the 4 section filter condenser is being replaced with 4 new electrolytic s. Once I get it rewired up correctly (knock on wood) the thing should play...I hope.
I keep my 2 feet on the ground, and my head in the twilight zone.