"my eyesight ain't what it used to be and the camera helps me pick out mistakes,"
Bruce
Your not alone. I used to pride myself on being able to see fine detail, even as little as six years ago. I'm happy to focus at any distance today. I think cataracts are forming if genetics are any indication. The ever unforgiving use of a camera helps.
Him and a 5-stripe, that's a lot of nose whiskers on one track
Haw! He and Norma Bates Kitteh should get along fine. being fellow railfans...
He stopped paying any mind to the neighbors cats after the first real hiss
Unless your a visiting male dog with dominance on your mind, you likely haven't a worry. Very social, loves, and listens to any human "insisting", especially when away from home. Real English terrier blood, not a Detroit street bred mutt, hence a "petbull". The female Mastiff and "Puppy"(huge now) aren't smart enough to be cautious over curious, Norma may have to pull a Freddy Kruger on a muzzle first .
Ok... disciplinary talks didn't work on the finicky Marx Commador. I searched and played and tested and tweaked with little difference. I did finally notice the armature was hanging in one position only. I tightened the tabs on the loose plate, and re-cleaned the gaps. Better, but still hung up. Pressing on a brush with a toothpick it took off. Replaced it, spring was fine, but to no avail, it stopped again before a single lap. All signs pointed to a bad armature winding. Taking a cue from "cold solder joints" from circuit board repairs of my past, I decided to quickly heat the spot where each wire to armature plate solder connection was made, and reassemble it one last time before declaring "lost cause" and simply buying a new motor. I already majorly chipped the paint, and knocked the stainless roof loose again when I failed to fully catch a speedy rollover (it's the CV to a Crusader bash no huge loss just a cheap blue rattle can job I'll touch up when I'm felling it, and a dab of fresh JB Weld for the roof is done already)
Best for last, it now runs great again. An hour, and a half at a crawl that would make a few can motors jealous