My first memory was my dad had this old valve philips radio that stopped working. so i decided to open it. Now I was about 7 years old. Anyway I opened it and saw a big black thing that looked like it was caked in tar (it actallly was a potted tranny). assuming that this was the defective part I decided to attack it with the wrong end of the screwdriver and later using a hammer and the screwdriver as a chisel. finally i tired and went to sleep. next morning i woke before the rest of the house and you can well imagine my surprise when i turned on the radio and it worked. I was hooked. Never looked back. The list of things I have taken apart is alarming. Now that I got a son I am gonna hide anything I value. |