Flight of the Flywheels
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The flywheels started to roll back and gather speed. Everything
was happening in slow motion. There were one, two, three
revolutions of the wheels. I felt sick as disaster was in the
making. One flywheel dropped off a stone retaining wall; the
flywheel rolled end over end and headed in a new direction, to my
great surprise, of 90 degree parallel to the cliff edge.
Well, it was very nice to be alive, but we were now further away
and 10 feet lower than before with one shattered flywheel. We
called it an early day and headed for home, several hours drive
Blessings come in several forms. If the wheels had rolled into
the canyon, I would have walked away from the project. I'd had
a major setback, but was not defeated. That evening my wife and I
completed a project we had worked on for more than a year, and our
son was born. But that's another story in itself.
A few weeks later, I was back with new equipment and tactics.
What I thought was my strongest piece of equipment had been the
part that had failed me. It was inch cable end , that had not been
properly joined to the connector. The cable end was not frayed when
the hot metal was poured into the connector and it simply unscrewed
at a very low load.
Sometime later, I was showing my broken flywheel to the man I
had bought the defective cable from. He said, 'If I had known
you were going to use it, I would have told you the connection was
defective.' What was he thinking?
The engine, I suppose, could be run on one flywheel, but two
would be nice.
If you could help me get this work-horse running again, please
call or write. My phone is (520) 882-7073.
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