grbmds said:
Dan Clark said:
If found two great videos on YouTube by a fellow called "Randy Woodworker". He resolved the vibration on his 14-12 by installing Carter urethane tires. Here are the videos:
He also found and resolved other issues (minor) that I’ve encountered. Excellent stuff.
I’m headed down to Woodcraft right now to pick up two Carter urethane tires. As they say on TV... "News at eleven!"
Dan.
The fact remains that the bandsaw should function without vibration and the other problems you noted out of the box. You should not have to buy new tires to make that happen. If Laguna wants you to keep the bandsaw they should send a tech out to fix the problems. If not, they should either replace it or cut their losses and refund your money. A bandsaw that costs that much should be great from the start.
I agree 100%
The more you do to try to rectify the problem, I think the less Laguna is willing to stand by.
I know you thought long and hard, did the research and really had your heart set on this machine. It is difficult to give up.
I think Darcy is right about the rubber tyres. Way back during WWII, rubber was getting scarce and all sorts of Replacements were tried to replace rubber in auto and truck tires. I don't remember what all was used, but I remember hearing all sorts of complaints about the lack of longevity and traction with the "SYNTHETIC" tires. where rubber should be used, they still have not come up with quality replacements. In my memory, they have been trying since way back in the early 1940's, maybe even longer. But i am only 39, so I don't remember much further than that.
Another short tale which y'all can tune out as it is off topic from BS's. It is all Darcy's fault for mentioning quality of real rubber.
I was living on a farm in the southern Berkshires. My brother, a neighbor friend and I were anxious to help with the war effort and got into all sorts of deals to both help and pick up a few $$$'s as well. We found out that the government needed all of our old tires which they would grind up, melt down or whatever they did to make new tires using the old rubber and synthetics.
We had a couple of old junk cars up in a corner of the pasture. We stripped the tires of of them if any were still on the wheels. There was a river running thru our property and we had noticed that all along the river, especially where it ran alongside of the road, there were discarded tires lying out in the middle. We decided we would drag all of them out we could find; however, many of the tires were under ice where the water was not moving very fast. We spent every afternoon after school up until chore time stripping down to our birthday suits and diving into the frigid water and dragging those tires out of the water. That was quite a chore in itself, as every tire was full of sand and weighed a lot more the either one of us could handle alone. It took three of us to drag each tire out of the water and up onto the bank where we could shake out the sand. The most we could handle, with it being so cold was one tire, and sometimes two or three, no more in each afternoon.
By the time we had a spring rain that brought the river up and the water was all muddy, we had maybe a dozen or more tires piled up along the river bank. we had an old horse cart that we had taken all of the wood sides and planking off of to decrease weight. There was barely a skeleton left, but the two wheels and axle were still in tackt. The war in Europe had very recently ended and we were anxious to deliver our tires while the war in the Pacific was still hot. We dragged the apparition of wagon and tires down to the corner store so the proprietor could count up and give us, hopefully, a couple of dollars for out efforts.
As we crowded into the store and asked the owner to come out to count the tires, he sort of chuckled. He was well aware of many of our escapades as the "Three Musketeers". Every body in the village knew we were always up to some sort of mischief. Once in a while, our mischief could be something worth while. The previous summer and fall, we had covered every fence row and roadside in our collection efforts of milkweed pods which we turned in to make life preservers for the navy and air forces. This time, we were a day or two late. Our storekeeper friend, who every body in the village referred to as "Uncle Clyde", knew how hard we had worked. Every body had been talking about those crazy kids jumping into the freezing river to drag out tires. "Uncle Clyde", as i had mentioned, got a chuckle, but added with a straight face, "Boys, I'm really sorry to tell you the army no longer is taking old tires. The war in Europe has ended and I guess they have enough rubber to carry the load in the Pacific." I don't remember what happened to our pile of tires. We did take them back to the barn, where, I guess my uncle did something with them.
When the war in The Pacific ended, my brother and i moved back to Wilton where our mom had just bought a small house. We had no central heat in the house, no running water, no plumbing and house was uninsulated. Our mom said she was not worried about us freezing, after all, her two boys were tough enough to go diving and swimming into a river half covered with ice every afternoon for a week or more just a few months earlier. [big grin]
Tinker
