Early this morning, on a mission for the most widely abused central nervous system stimulant know to man kind when the trusty sunbeam sends a massive sperm whale sized squirt of hot water onto the kitchen floor
The group head had turned back 30 degrees, opening up a gap. The collar that the group head locates into is worn.
Pulled her apart, too hard to fix, the lips on the inside of the collar are on a 15 degree angle, building up a jig to mount it onto the rotary table in the mill would be a day long exercise, not worth it for a once off repair. New collar and group head are available but unwise I feel and close to second hand prices for newer machines. RIP old girl. After rebuilding her for now I’m holding onto the group head handle like Hans Gruber about to go over the edge of Nakatomi Plaza.