Where's the Phone?

Yesterday, after I cleaned up one 301 and got it ready to list.

Betsy pulled out the other 301 she brought over.  A long bed.

The machines are the same color.  I think that the lighting is different in these two shots.

The foot controller had been replaced with a modern one.  The new wires were twisted together and covered with electrical tape.  Not MY idea of a good job.

 I decided to solder on new leads.  I also put on a new plug.  I was so stinking proud of myself. 

It even powered the light on when I tried it last night.  The motor wasn't re-attached to the machine last night so I couldn't fully test it.  But I was so sure it would work.

Well, today, after I got the 15-91 back together, I tried it out.  The light came on, but no juice to the foot controller.  I was BUMMED.  I was sure the foot controller was at fault.  So I cut the wires I had so carefully soldered on the night before

while the foot controller was still plugged in.

Betsy was standing next to me.  I couldn't believe I had done that. The power strip was OFF, but the machine was still plugged in.  It was the stupidist thing I could have done.

"It's a good thing I know CPR!" she said. "But wait, where's the phone?  Aren't I supposed to call 911 FIRST and then start?" 

It's just a good thing that the power strip had been turned off.  Now I know what kind of idiot the manufacturers are directing those instructions to about unplugging the cord before installing the light switch.   ME.