oly_puller wrote:[snippd]
Dad took his prize home and I was off doing other stuff. In my absence, my dad had chopped up several leather belts trying to create a piston gasket for this old lever machine. No dice.
Being internet savvy, I rolled online (with like a 1400 baud modem back then!) and found a shop in San Francisco to fix things up. I almost passed out when the boys at Thomas Carra told me it would be $150 bucks to fix up the old machine - but it would be worth it. When we got it back, it worked like a champ and served my dad well for many years.
I've called it many names: Mister Copper, Old One Arm and even, Precious! Watching Lord of the Rings - I think precious is most fitting- I remember my dad being so hard up for a shot, the poor bastard repacked a spent puck and tried to suck some more cremma out of it.
Glad to find you all.
Regards,
Patrick
Patrick...I only now had a chance to read your post...had a tear in my eye...my dad had a "fix it shop" for 40 years...oh, the stories!
I'm sure you miss your dad as much as I miss mine (and me mum!)
For those of us not as fortunate to have "stumbled' upon our dream machine...yet, I hope one day to you and others, cyber-enjoying a cup from the noble 1 armed Swiss.
Regards,
RJ










