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Fri I left my house at 7:30am with poeks to go to Canadaway or Fredonia as it is now known. I'm looking out my window and can see the friggin' Verrazano Bridge from here in Bklyn Heights. The food tray and plates are red, the airline peeps wear bright colors of yellow or green, pink and purple, red and white, etc etc. We landed in Thailand around 4pm on June 1st and had a cigarette, got a little buzzed from it and jumped into a cab. After we saw the Reclining Buddha and walked around a bit we made our way to the Grand Palace by following some other tourists who walked REALLY REALLY slow. Once upon a time there was a giant king (called Tosakan) on the island of Lanka who won a battle against the god Indra and then sought to achieve the rule of the whole world. Vishnu is reincarnated as Prince Rama (Phra Ram), son of the mighty King Tosarot of Ayuthaya. Even in the seclusion of their forest retreat, however, Sita's beauty does not go unnoticed, and the evil giant King Tosakan decides to lure her way from Rama.
All of them now return to Ayuthaya, where the unlawful king, the son of the envious concubine, resigns and Rama again becomes king.
In the park we saw some kids and probably their teacher playing traditional sounding music and singing the words in thai and then english. We changed our clothes and walked over to the restaurant section to eat- it was closed to the general public but open for guests. We booked our transportation through AS Travel for Tiger Temple and bummed about till dinner time. We had a bathroom where the toilet wasn't a flush, instead you had a big bin of water - like a big sink and a pail. Originally we had booked the transportation to go to the National Park and see the Erawan Falls in the morning and then Tiger Temple in the afternoon but the others who were going to be part of that trip changed their minds. That night in one of the other rooms- some women from I think AU - started laughing and screeching. If you look at that pic, you'll see a piece of metal running down the middle of the tracks for people to walk on- looks ok right? 1: give you camera to one guide, another holds your hands and escorts from lazy tired tiger to lazy tired tiger - you get about 30 seconds to a minute with each tiger - your pic is taken and you move onto the next.
2: pay 1000 baht=30 bucks - you get to do option 1 and have a tiger's big bony head placed in your lap for a pic. After J and I got to pet the tigers we watched them and then walked with the last one back to their cages. The other passengers with us on the truck were from England and Holland, 2 guys, both had been travelling for weeks. We stayed in a guesthouse that was super cheap, right around the corner from the skytrain stop and across the street from the mall. We ended up eating dinner in the MBK mall - cuz we just couldn't find any local place that had stuff we could order. We walked around MBK till about 9pm and then watched some breakdancers on the overpass which brought you from one side of th street to the other. Makes me want to start playing with my music applications again and I moved the M*Audio so it's easier to access and plug my guitar into. There was a time when I tried to change my position, which was not in harmony with my conscience; but the conditions created by the past, by my family and its claims upon me, were so complicated that they would not let me out of their grasp, or rather, I did not know how to free myself. It has occurred to me that I do not occupy this position for nothing: that Providence intended that I should lay bare the truth of my feelings, so that I might atone for all that causes my suffering, and might perhaps open the eyes of thosea€”or at least of some of thosea€”who are still blind to what I see so clearly, and thus might lighten the burden of that vast majority who, under existing conditions, are subjected to bodily and spiritual suffering by those who deceive them and also deceive themselves.
Free from desire for self-vindication, free from fear of an emancipated people, free from that envy and hatred which the oppressed feel for their oppressors, I am in the best possible position to see the truth and to tell it.
Alexander Ivanovich Volgin, a bachelor and a clerk in a Moscow bank at a salary of eight thousand roubles a year, a man much respected in his own set, was staying in a country-house.
The old butler, Stephen, the father of a family and the grandfather of six grandchildren, who had served in that house for thirty years, entered the room hurriedly, with bent legs, carrying in the newly blackened boots which Volgin had taken off the night before, a well-brushed suit, and a clean shirt. There, thanks to the efforts of the housekeeper, the footman, and under-butlera€”the latter had risen at dawn in order to run home to sharpen his son's scythea€”breakfast was ready. Volgin took his panama hat from the hall table (it had cost twenty roubles) and his cane with its carved ivory handle, and went out.
The boy was so filled with wonder, verging on terror, when he gazed at the hat, the well-brushed beard, and above all the gold-rimmed eyeglasses, that he could not reply at once.
The boy told him, and Volgin went on towards the house, thinking how he would chaff Nicholas Petrovich about the deplorable condition of the village schools in spite of all his efforts.
On approaching the house Volgin looked at his watch, and saw that it was already past eleven. Volgin took three roubles from his purse and gave them to the peasant, who showed his gratitude by touching the ground with his forehead, and then went into the house.
Volgin got out his case, with all the requisites for writing, wrote the letter, made out a cheque for a hundred and eighty roubles, and, sealing down the envelope, took it to Nicholas Petrovich. While he was scanning at his ease the political news, the Tsar's doings, the doings of President, and ministers and decisions in the Duma, and was just about to pass on to the general news, theatres, science, murders and cholera, he heard the luncheon bell ring. Thanks to the efforts of upwards of ten human beingsa€”counting laundresses, gardeners, cooks, kitchen-maids, butlers and footmena€”the table was sumptuously laid for eight, with silver waterjugs, decanters, kvass, wine, mineral waters, cut glass, and fine table linen, while two men-servants were continually hurrying to and fro, bringing in and serving, and then clearing away the hors d'oeuvre and the various hot and cold courses. The hostess talked incessantly about everything that she had been doing, thinking, and saying; and she evidently considered that everything that she thought, said, or did was perfect, and that it would please every one except those who were fools.
Mitri crossed himself three times, turning towards the corner in which the ikons hung, and repeated some utterly meaningless words, which he called prayers, to the Trinity and the Virgin, the Creed and our Father. Mitri took off his ragged coat, laid it out of the way near the fence, and then began to work vigorously, raking the corn together and throwing it into the machine. The hut was smoke-begrimed, as its stove had no chimney, but it had been tidied up, and benches stood round the table, making room for all those who had been working, of whom there were nine, not counting the owners. An old one-armed beggar, with a bag slung over his shoulder, came in with a crutch during the meal. Among these downtrodden, duped, and defrauded men, who are becoming demoralised by overwork, and being gradually done to death by underfeeding, there are men living who consider themselves Christians; and others so enlightened that they feel no further need for Christianity or for any religion, so superior do they appear in their own esteem.
Here is a bachelor grown old, the owner of thousands of acres, who has lived a life of idleness, greed, and over-indulgence, who reads The New Times, and is astonished that the government can be so unwise as to permit Jews to enter the university.
Here is a kind, gentle mother of a little girl reading a story to her about Fox, a dog that lamed some rabbits. Our plane left at 12:40pm (give or take a few min) and we were in the last row, in the middle aisle in big pink and purple seats. Our first place- a guesthouse in Banglamphu- an area that seems to have a lot of travelers who are of the backpacking mentality, lots of street vendors, and lots of random places to sit, drink, eat, and watch the world go by. We got ready, got breakfast and walked up to the Express boats to go to the Grand Palace and Wat Pho. It's a demon holding up part of the chedi and is a character in the "Ramayana." The tale was adapted and changed somewhat when Rama I and II rewrote it and it became known as the Ramakien. The gods knew that only a mortal man would be able to stop the invulnerable giant and sent the god Vishnu down to earth. Rama and his faithful brother and friend Lakshman (Phra Lak) become famous heroes and Rama is appointed by his father as successor to the throne of Ayuthaya. When it turns out that Rama and his followers are going to be victorious, however, the evil giant Tosakan manages to sneak out of the palace and takes lovely Sita with him. Everybody could be happy now, but Rama is still in doubt about Sita, who is expecting a child. After a small rest and shower - we went and ate a late lunch from one of the street vendors.
J was getting more worn out than I was and we ended up in the park in the sun, which wasn't really a good idea but we felt better after a while. We walked down this one thin street looking for a place to eat that was in the guidebook, however we didn't know it was just a vendor and thought it was a restaurant. It wasn't air conditioned but you know- the place was sooo freakin' nice I kind of didn't care and figured we'd just deal.
Well, there was two way traffic and some people were walking on the unstable water logged wood planks on the side- like me- and feeling the wood bend and stuff.
They sleep in these fairly big cement cages at night to protect them and probably to ensure that they don't leave the place. So we took our time the next morning - ate, hung around and played with the puppy some more - packed up and made our way back to the bus station. There were 2 stations within a block of each other- one was first class, the other was the main station. It was J's idea to try and stay in a different area - preferably one near the skytrain to cut down on taxi rides. We had a lizard in our room - it was awfully cute and hid from us the whole time we were there.
The chances are that there is not a single wretched beggar suffering under the luxury and oppression of the rich who feels anything like as keenly as I do either the injustice, the cruelty, and the horror of their oppression of and contempt for the poor; or the grinding humiliation and misery which befall the great majority of the workers, the real producers of all that makes life possible. Indeed, it may be that the position which I occupy gives me special facilities for revealing the artificial and criminal relations which exist between mena€”for telling the whole truth in regard to that position without confusing the issue by attempting to vindicate myself, and without rousing the envy of the rich and feelings of oppression in the hearts of the poor and downtrodden.
His host was a wealthy landowner, owning some twenty-five hundred acres, and had married his guest's cousin. The guest thanked him, and then asked what the weather was like (the blinds were drawn so that the sun should not prevent any one from sleeping till eleven o'clock if he were so inclined), and whether his hosts had slept well.
On a spotless white cloth stood a boiling, shiny, silver samovar (at least it looked like silver), a coffee-pot, hot milk, cream, butter, and all sorts of fancy white bread and biscuits. Crossing the veranda, gay with flowers, he walked through the flower garden, in the centre of which was a raised round bed, with rings of red, white, and blue flowers, and the initials of the mistress of the house done in carpet bedding in the centre. He remembered that Nicholas Petrovich was going to drive to the nearest town, and that he had meant to give him a letter to post to Moscow; but the letter was not written. The horses have already been standing a quarter of an hour, and the flies are biting viciously. He only read the Liberal papers: The Russian Gazette, Speech, sometimes The Russian Worda€”but he would not touch The New Times, to which his host subscribed. Volgin felt and knew that everything she said was stupid, but it would never do to let it be seen, and so he kept up the conversation. And yet their hideous, lazy lives are supported by the degrading, excessive labour of these slaves, not to mention the labour of millions of other slaves, toiling in factories to produce samovars, silver, carriages, machines, and the like for their use. There is his guest, formerly the governor of a province, now a senator with a big salary, who reads with satisfaction that a congress of lawyers has passed a resolution in favor of capital punishment.


Thai Airways has colorful seats and purple blankets, pillows, and purple printouts about their menu. We took a walk that night and got some water, ate foods, and decided what to do for the next day. It's all plaster in gold coating, has 108 images on its feet in mother of pearl showing the lakshanas - helps distinguish who is the true Buddha.
I think we saw about 60% of the stuff here but we were slowly dying from the heat and humidity so we had to retreat to a store outside of the palace where we sat in front of the AC and drank waters slowly. The tales of the Ramakien are similar to those of the Ramayana, though transferred to the topography and culture of Ayutthaya, where the avatar of Phra Narai (the Thai incarnation of Vishnu, who's also known as Narayan) is reborn as Phra Ram. When Rama manages to win beautiful and chaste Princess Sita as his wife, their happiness seems complete. I suppose it's like seeing the Stations of the Cross in a Catholic church and not understanding why this dude is carrying a cross and what each station depicts. One part of the complex had a shrine with little buddhas covered in gold that were flaking off, the paint was coming off. We gave it another half hour of walking around the market and then caught a taxi to Chinatown to eat. Then it started raining and J got annoyed at the crowds, rain, and overall mess we'd gotten ourselves into. We also walked by some guys playing what looked like Go, with their chipmunk hanging out on the table. Apple guest house isn't on the water but it's the one that offered cooking classes, had its own restaurant, massage, and tours. Another modded taxi truck drove by at some point and there were guys holding onto the canopy railings and standing on the bumper. I mean I think in some ways we got a lot of days off- holidays and stuff - but yeah, the notion that you could save your whole vacation and travel for 4 weeks is pretty awesome. We ended up taking a 2nd class bus back to Bangkok - took about 45 minutes longer, no bathroom, and seats were worn out. I have felt this for a long time, and as the years have passed by the feeling has grown and grown, until recently it reached its climax. Now that I am over eighty and have become feeble, I have given up trying to free myself; and, strange to say, as my feebleness increases I realise more and more strongly the wrongfulness of my position, and it grows more and more intolerable to me.
I am so placed that I not only have no desire to vindicate myself; but, on the contrary, I find it necessary to make an effort lest I should exaggerate the wickedness of the great among whom I live, of whose society I am ashamed, whose attitude towards their fellow-men I detest with my whole soul, though I find it impossible to separate my lot from theirs. Volgin, tired after an evening spent in playing vint* for small stakes with [* A game of cards similar to auction bridge.] members of the family, went to his room and placed his watch, silver cigarette-case, pocket-book, big leather purse, and pocket-brush and comb on a small table covered with a white cloth, and then, taking off his coat, waistcoat, shirt, trousers, and underclothes, his silk socks and English boots, put on his nightshirt and dressing-gown.
The only persons at table were the second son of the house, his tutor (a student), and the secretary. Leaving the flower garden Volgin entered the avenue of lime trees, hundreds of years old, which peasant girls were tidying and sweeping with spades and brooms. The boy was wearing shoes of plaited birch bark, bands of linen round his legs, a dirty, unbleached shirt ragged at the shoulder, and a cap the peak of which had been torn.
The letter was a very important one to a friend, asking him to bid for him for a picture of the Madonna which was to be offered for sale at an auction.
Theodorite was glum and silent; the student occasionally exchanged a few words with the widow.
After he had got three roubles from Volgin, and the same sum from Nicholas Petrovich, he returned to his house, gave the money to his wife, and went to his neighbour's. The cocks had crowed two or three times, but no one paid any attention to them; not because the workers did not believe them, but because they were scarcely heard for the noise of the work and the talk about it.
The man in charge of the thrashing-machine got up, said grace, thanked his hosts, and went away to rest.
While he smoked he chatted to a man from Demensk, asking the price of cattle, as he saw that he would not be able to manage without selling a cow. They live among these horrors, seeing them and yet not seeing them, although often kind at hearta€”old men and women, young men and maidens, mothers and childrena€”poor children who are being vitiated and trained into moral blindness. During her walks she sees other children, barefooted, hungry, hunting for green apples that have fallen from the trees; and, so accustomed is she to the sight, that these children do not seem to her to be children such as she is, but only part of the usual surroundingsa€”the familiar landscape. If you do not read Chapter 2 thoroughly before you read this chapter, you probably will not be able to properly diagnose your machine!!!!The Whirlpool belt-driven design is well over thirty years old. However, an envious concubine of King Tosarot convinces him to favor her son and to disinherit Prince Rama. Lakshman, however, does not obey and brings Sita instead back to the hermit in the jungle where she and Rama spent fourteen years during Rama's exile.
People were making offerings, lighting incense, and would then dab the flaking buddha with a tissue and then place the tissue on their head- similar to someone blessing themselves with holy water.
The noodles weren't too soft, the taste was fresh, and a cat came over to us crying for some food. It looked like they had a pet chipmunk, it had a little hamster cage and was sitting on top of it.
Although I feel all this so vividly, I still live on amid the depravity and sins of rich society; and I cannot leave it, because I have neither the knowledge nor the strength to do so. But I must also avoid the error of those democrats and others who, in defending the oppressed and the enslaved, do not see their failings and mistakes, and who do not make sufficient allowance for the difficulties created, the mistakes inherited from the past, which in a degree lessens the responsibility of the upper classes.
His water was ready, and everything on the washing-stand and dressing-table was ready for use and properly laid outa€”his soap, his tooth and hair brushes, his nail scissors and files. The host, who was an active member of the Zemstvo and a great farmer, had already left the house, having gone at eight o'clock to attend to his work. As he reached the house he saw at the door four big, well-fed, well-groomed, thoroughbred horses harnessed to a carriage, the black lacquer of which glistened in the sun. Now and again there was a pause in the conversation, and then Theodorite interposed, and every one became miserably depressed. The knacker was out, but he waited for him, and it was dinner-time when he had finished bargaining over the price of the skin. Mitri filled his mouth with water from the pail and squirted it out on his hands, took some more in his mouth to wash his face, dried himself with the rag, then parted and smoothed his curly hair with his fingers and went out. At last the whistle of the squire's steam thrasher sounded three miles away, and then the owner came into the barn. When he returned to the others, they were already back at work again; and so it went on till the evening.
P., reads a liberal paper, and cannot understand the blindness of the government in allowing the union of Russian men to exist.
Behind the Reclining Buddha are 108 bowls where people were dropping money into - a sign of good luck.
Rama, Sita, and the faithful Lakshman are expelled from the royal palace and have to flee into the jungle where they spend the next fourteen years hidden in a hermitage. That allows Prince Rama to successfully fight (in an exhausting seven day battle) and finally kill the giant and to win Sita back - although in the beginning he does not believe in Sita's faithfulness and she must undergo a trial of fire to prove her chastity. There she gives birth to a son and the hermit, a powerful magician, forms a twin brother of the child and teaches both arts and mystics. I had to pet a cat I saw- this happy chubby black one that purred when I scratched its chin. Unfortunately our screen door didn't close tightly enough and there were gaps where bugs would get into the room - so we couldn't leave the door open for air to come in. Volgin smoked a cigarette, lay on his face for about five minutes reviewing the day's impressions; then, blowing out his candle, he turned over on his side and fell asleep about one o'clock, in spite of a good deal of restlessness. He washed his hands and face in a leisurely fashion, cleaned and manicured his nails, pushed back the skin with the towel, and sponged his stout white body from head to foot.
Volgin, while drinking his coffee, talked to the student and the secretary about the weather, and yesterday's vint, and discussed Theodorite's peculiar behaviour the night before, as he had been very rude to his father without the slightest cause. Passing these Volgin went into the park of at least a hundred and twenty-five acres, filled with fine old trees, and intersected by a network of well-kept walks. The coachman was seated on the box in a kaftan, with a silver belt, and the horses were jingling their silver bells from time to time. At such moments the hostess ordered some dish that had not been served, and the footman hurried off to the kitchen, or to the housekeeper, and hurried back again.
Then he borrowed a neighbour's horse to take his own to a field to be buried, as it is forbidden to bury dead animals near a village. It was sort of odd - when we were given things to drink or eat she'd come out of the blanket like a bear from a cave and looked more and more disheveled each time. I knew going back to the guesthouse would make me too lazy to get out and do something later. Getting into the tuk tuk I slammed my knee on the metal side and later it turned into a nice purple bruise.
The next morning the women were at breakfast and talking about it with their friends- looked like a large group had decided to vacation together - they were describing the whole thing.
As much as the front desk woman tried to keep hookers out- I suppose there's only so much you can do.
I do not know how to change my life so that my physical needsa€”food, sleep, clothing, my going to and froa€”may be satisfied without a sense of shame and wrongdoing in the position which I fill. Smoking as he strolled Volgin took his favourite path past the summer-house into the fields beyond. Adrian would not lend his horse because he was getting in his potatoes, but Stephen took pity on Mitri and gave way to his persuasion.
Fortunately, having been around for so long, the peculiarities of the design are pretty well known.3-1 BASIC OPERATIONThe design uses a single direction motor, with solenoids to engage and disengage the agitate and spin cycles and pump. Since my building is a twin building - there's a walkway on the roof that connects the my building to the twin one and I take the elevator there. At one point she was sleeping with her head on the seat and her legs on the floor, in a kneeling position.
After a final battle with the remaining rebel giants, Rama's mission is fulfilled and he returns to heaven. Once the rain ended -- big big snails were out and about, lizards were on the outer walls, and worms. At first they thought it was a lizard and two of them stepped out of the room to look at it- meaning, they opened the screen door that the scorpion was attached to. That's the one thing I wish I would have done but I am pretty satisfied and happy to have gotten the chance to see a really peaceful sanctuary and touch tigers.
It's weird, the room was a decent size, the AC was fine if not a tad bit cold - but there was something sort of lacking about this place compared to the other one we stayed in the first few days.


Standing in front of the mirror, he first brushed his curly beard, which was beginning to turn grey, with two English brushes, parting it down the middle. His name was Theodore, but some one had once called him Theodorite either as a joke or to tease him; and, as it seemed funny, the name stuck to him, although his doings were no longer in the least amusing.
He understood that he was expected to return the help given the week before by Kumushkir, a man as poor as he was himself, when he was thrashing his own corn with a horse-driven machine. In a moment the straw was cleared away; the grain that had been thrashed was separated from the chaff and brought in, and then the workers went into the hut. The murals i believe are painted onto the walls like a fresco thing - and seem to be under constant repair. Then he combed his hair, which was already showing signs of getting thin, with a large tortoise-shell comb. In the kitchen garden, which Mitri had to pass, a girl, clad only in a long shirt, was digging potatoes which she put into a basket.
A tow truck guy pulled in and jumped the car which started it but after about 5 minutes it died again.
Putting on his underlinen, his socks, his boots, his trousersa€”which were held up by elegant bracesa€”and his waistcoat, he sat down coatless in an easy chair to rest after dressing, lit a cigarette, and began to think where he should go for a walk that morninga€”to the park or to Littleports (what a funny name for a wood!). He had been to the university, but left it in his second year, and joined a regiment of horse guards; but he gave that up also, and was now living in the country, doing nothing, finding fault, and feeling discontented with everything. Volgin took a deep breath, and felt glad that he was alive, especially here in his cousin's home, where he was so thoroughly enjoying the rest from his work at the bank. While he was digging the grave with a spade which was very blunt, the knacker appeared and took off the skin; and the carcass was then thrown into the hole and covered up. It was also hot - of course- and that took its toll on us after a while but I wanted to see it all. Mitri felt tired, and went into Matrena's hut, where he drank half a bottle of vodka with Sanin to console himself. The lion has a thought bubble that reads "What?" and on the back the snail says, "I am snail!" Jen's is even odder. He put his watch into his waistcoat pocket, and his pursea€”with all that was left of the hundred and eighty roubles he had taken for his journey, and for the incidental expenses of his fortnight's stay with his cousina€”and then he placed into his trouser pocket his cigarette-case and electric cigarette-lighter, and two clean handkerchiefs into his coat pockets, and went out of the room, leaving as usual the mess and confusion which he had made to be cleared up by Stephen, an old man of over fifty. His wife was in the hut with the girlsa€”there were four of them, and the youngest was only five weeks old. Glancing at a mirror, and feeling satisfied with his appearance, Volgin went into the dining-room. He groaned as the memory of the day before broke in upon hima€”how the horse had struggled and struggled, and then fallen down. Now there was no horse, and all he had was the price of the skin, four roubles and eighty kopeks. After a stroll in Littleports he turned back, going straight across a fallow field which was being ploughed. Getting up he arranged the linen bands on his legs, and went through the yard into the hut.
The cam bar moves towards the front of the washer, pushing the clutch bar and yoke upwards. A herd of cows, calves, sheep, and pigs, which belonged to the village community, was grazing there.
His wife was putting straw into the stove with one hand, with the other she was holding a baby girl to her breast, which was hanging out of her dirty chemise.
He frightened the sheep, which ran away one after another, and were followed by the pigs, of which two little ones stared solemnly at him.
There wasn't much of a town to see from this area and reminded me of the strip mall style that is common in NY and NJ. Possibly common in all of America for all I know.Finally we got to Fredonia around 4pm and checked into The White Inn.
I don't think i've been that tired in a long time and I got sick.At the funeral home I had to step outside and puked.
Also check to see that the switch striker is not broken off. If this doesn't solve the problem, test for power at the left (spin) wigwag solenoid when in the spin cycle. The easiest way to do this is to unplug the washer and switch the red and yellow wigwag leads as shown in figure W-6. I am like 90% sure that my year was the first super official year that kids could graduate with the minor.
Test the switch as described in sections 3-4 and 2-6(b). Often one of the wigwag wires will break, usually very near the wigwag itself. Test for continuity through the spin solenoid circuit of the timer as described in section 2-6(c). If the motor turns with no load, check the drive pulley and pump pulley to see which is locked. I was good at falling down and rolling away - Judo - you spend a great deal of time rolling away and falling down. See section 3-15. If the centerpost (spin tube) bearings are worn, replacing the basket drive will not solve your noise problem. You will need to call a qualified service technician to replace the bearings, or simply junk the washer. If the machine is making a squealing or groaning noise, the problem is more likely to be the basket drive.
If it is more like a rattling sound, the centerpost bearings are probably worn out.A secondary check is to look at the clutch lining. However, most intermittent problems with these machines come from mechanical causes.For example, if the belt is loose, the machine may not spin sometimes, may not pump out at other times, and still other times it may not agitate.
The solution is obviously to tighten the belt (or replace it if it is badly worn.) Another aggravating and difficult to diagnose symptom is caused by worn cam bars.
The bolt can be replaced without removing the transmission, but it's a real bear of a job.3-4 WATER LEVEL SWITCHThe water level switch is located in the control panel on top of the cabinet. If you have a standard frame timer, mark the timer wires before removing them, so you can get them on the correct terminals of the new timer. Sometimes, the switch may burn out altogether and it will seem as if the machine isn't getting any power at all. To remove the threaded cap or nut, hold the agitator (this will keep the driveshaft from turning) and unscrew. Figure W-13: Agitator Mounting Stud AccessBut what if the agitator splines are stripped? You can hold the agitator all you want, and the shaft will keep turning with the nut or the threaded cap. Here's a good confirmation of a stripped spline. The nut will back off with each sweep of the agitator shaft. If you have a threaded cap, you can do the same thing by hand. Simply twist the ring counterclockwise to remove. The air dome is the fitting that attaches the water pressure switch hose to the tub. Loosen the motor mounting bolts and remove tension from the belt. Lean the washer back against the wall, following the safety tips in section 1-4.
Rocking the pump away from the drive belt will help disengage the belt, and also the pump lever from the cam bar. DO NOT MOVE THE PUMP LEVER YET.Check the belt for wear as described in section 2-5(a), especially for burned or glazed spots where it rode over the locked pump pulley or motor drive pulley.
Replace the belt if it is worn, following the instructions in section 3-13. INSTALLATIONSet the pump lever in the same position as the pump that came out. Make sure the pump lever goes into the slot in the agitate cam bar, and install the mounting bolts.
Tension the belt as described in section 3-13. 3-11 WIGWAG AND CAM BARSThe wigwag is located inside the back panel of the machine. Replace the setscrew, making sure it goes in the hole on the wigwag drive shaft, and tighten securely. Normally, you will not need to replace the plungers, even when you replace the wigwag.
If you see that one is bent or the pin is badly worn, replace the plunger. The plungers can be quite difficult to replace. The pins that connect them to the cam bars are hardened and thus difficult to cut through. The first step is to remove power from the machine and cut through the pin. Sometimes it's easier to hacksaw through the body of the yoke than to cut the pin. Once you've cut through the pin, remove the wigwag as described above and replace the plunger, using the instructions that come with the new plunger. It keeps the machine quieter. To replace the spin cam bar, you must drop the transmission slightly as described in section 3-13.
To replace the agitate cam bar, you must remove the transmission as described in section 3-14.3-12 DRIVE MOTORSingle speed, two-speed and three-speed motors were used at different times in these washers.
This may be the cause of the belt breaking.REPLACING THE BELTUnfortunately, the belt is not easy to replace on this machine.
To get the belt past the clutch shaft, you actually have to drop the transmission out slightly, and sometimes the transmission needs to be realigned afterwards. Hold the wigwag's "spin" plunger up and tap the spin cam bar towards the back of the machine.
Then pull the transmission straight out until it stops against the bolts. 7) Remove the belt. The transmission should be just slightly loose, and all three bolts must be backed out the same amount. Set your washer upright and level. Make sure there is no water or clothes in the basket, and START THE WASHER IN THE SPIN CYCLE. Without moving the washer, tighten the three transmission mounting bolts beneath it as evenly as possible. They are pretty standard items; most appliance parts dealers carry rebuilt Whirlpool transmissions in stock.
If you wish, you can replace the cam bars, T-bearing and ball as insurance against future problems.
Two points to remember in exchanging the parts: 1) The drive pulley is originally assembled with a drop of glue on the setscrew threads.
You may need to heat the hub of the drive pulley with a torch to get the setscrew out. 2) To get the agitator cam bar out, you will need to lift the agitator shaft. The easiest way to do this is to remove the "T"-bearing ball and pry the shaft upwards with a screwdriver, as shown in Figure W-22. Installation is basically the opposite of removal. Sometimes, the switch may burn out altogether and it will seem as if the machine isn't getting any power at all.



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