Rotax 125, I give up, Now for sale
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The only thing the RO125 has in common with the RO150 is Rotex in the name. I have seen this same discussion about this sander since I started on this forum before Festool bought it. Anyone that has experience with sanding will have an easier time using the Festool RO's as stated by Scott but the RO125 really is the unruly hyperactive child that needs medication. Try and use a RO150 like I was advised by a Festool rep 4 or 5 years ago and you will truly know the difference.
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kcufstoidi said:
I agree, kc.
Each has it's own "attitude" and some have multiple personalities that need to be understood.
I have shared this before, but here is my RO125 in Rotex with low grit and one handed...
And here is some RO150 whispering, playing with the variable speed, hands free:
Please keep it civil. And on topic with constructive advice regardless of differing opinions and experiences.
Thanks
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Scott B. said:
Looking forward to the Festool Workshop I will be attending in a few weeks.
It's all about sanding and sanders and which one is best for which situation.
As you stated further along, hard to try to teach an old dog an new trick.
I did some sanding before and also had some issues with my RO's.
I'll go in with an open mind and listen en learn what the guys from Festool have to say about it!
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Tinker said:I couldn't hear the ice clinking, but could hear the crickets and peepers all the way down here. It must be a whole lot warmer up there in VT.
Tinker
Well that's good, because I imagine we're both near to deafer than a haddock because I didn't hear it either. I'd about have to be an octopus to do all that many different things whilest running a tool.
Yes, it has warmed up to at least about 0 or slightly above the past few days. We had quite a bitter stretch of -20 at night. I don't have much use for that kind of cold, and we've been through a couple and a half cord already, all off the property. We're in the middle of a slow and steady snowstorm now.
I had only plowed once from December to the third week of January, and I bet I've been in that old Dodge a dozen plus times since. The other week it did get so cold that the wipers froze right up in an awkward position. I've had the truck since '99, and you probably won't find it hard to believe that I'm the sort that'll run his plow truck without power steering, just for the workout.
You been plowing much, [member=550]Tinker[/member] ?
(I'm trying out this new "tagging" feature that the forum has introduced, not sure I like it yet)
Scott, we have been out a few times in january & February. The snowbanks are arisin'. we should have gone out with the TLB to move back the piles, but we did that last year and got a lot of flack when the three storms on the radar never materialized. If we get nother 8"s with this storm, we won't be able o get into some of the driveways with our trucks.
You have forced me into another story. Back in '69, we had a whopper of storm for around here. 30" in my yard and 36" in my helper's yard. I had a brand new Gimmy PU with the new 6 cylinder gas engine. Chains on all fours and NO POWER STEERING. Some of the roads were blocked by 8 to 10 foot high drifts. some of my driveways were piled higher the my truck and I had to nibble away at them. It took me 6 days to plow all of my driveways working 20 to 22 hour days.
There was one roadway with four houses on it I could not get into until four days after the storm. When i finally was able to get to the top, it took me an hour just to move the pile the town had made at the end. I finally broke thru and started pushing down the hill. About 100 feet in there was a sharp bend. i pushed to the bend and a little into the field and started backing up for a second shot. As I was backing, three HS kids walked from somewhere, maybe they dropped from the sky. I kept backing until i was almost backing over them. The three just stood there. I blew the horn. No reaction. I finally stuck my head out the window as I was sort of squeezed in between the two banks I had just made and could not open the door.
I yelled for them to please get out of he way so i could do my job. "Well we have to get down there" as they pointed to the house just around the corner. "Well get he H--- out of the way and i can open the road up so you can get there. A couple more exchanges and i was boiling. I could not get out othe truck and neither could my helper who was riding "shot gun". I finally just started backing up. They moved. As i squared away to make my second shot, I realized the three were now in front of me and walking very casually and looking towards the house they wanted to get to. I blew the horn, but they just kept on with their very leisurely pace. I was ready to explode. I pushed down to about 20 or 30 feet from the three and they were just standing here, I guess they were trying to figure how they could manage to walk thru the three feet of snow to get to their destination. I blew the horn a couple of times with absolutely no reaction. i finally climbed backed up to a spot where I could get out of my truck a climbed out running towards the three. I was taking aim at the biggest of the three. Of course, each one of them was bigger than me by several inches in height and quite a few #'s. I got within 10 or 15 feet of my target, who was still not even looking at me. All of a sudden I stopped and turned around, walking back to my truck. By the time i got to the door, i was laughing.
My helper asked why i was laughing.
As I mentioned, my truck had no power steering. "John, I was going to tackle the biggest of the bunch. As I was ready to launch a tackle, i realized I am so tired I could not even pick up my arms. How in H--- was I going to do any damage to even one of those guys, let alone all three."
There is more to the story that i don't have time for now. I did, a couple of years later manage to get a lick in on the big red head that i had planned on tackling before i realized just how tired i was. I had a porch deck to put piers in for my #1 builder. I was working alone and had to dig all of the holes for footings. The builder had just hired a new "man" (I use the term man rather loosely. Poetic license you might say) and he offered to have him do the digging. The kid appeared and i recognized him right away as the subject of the above story. I had tad the builder of my previous encounter and so relayed my most recent discovery about the new guy. I told him i was about to have a little fun and the kid might not last the day. i got the go ahead and took the kid to the site location where he was going to "help" my dig. There were actually two kids and i heard one comment about working for "that old man...". well, "that old man" made life a bit miserable for those two. They finally walked off the job with one hole left to dig. I had to dig that one, but i was laughing the whole time. I never saw either one of them again and the builder thanked me as he had been trying to figure a way to fire both. He had hired them as a favor to a friend and could not figure a way to get rid of them without angering the friend.
Gotta fix breakfast. it is going to be a long day. The snow is coming down. We don't start plowing until snow has almost ended but i have to be ready when the time arrives.
Tinker
You have forced me into another story. Back in '69, we had a whopper of storm for around here. 30" in my yard and 36" in my helper's yard. I had a brand new Gimmy PU with the new 6 cylinder gas engine. Chains on all fours and NO POWER STEERING. Some of the roads were blocked by 8 to 10 foot high drifts. some of my driveways were piled higher the my truck and I had to nibble away at them. It took me 6 days to plow all of my driveways working 20 to 22 hour days.
There was one roadway with four houses on it I could not get into until four days after the storm. When i finally was able to get to the top, it took me an hour just to move the pile the town had made at the end. I finally broke thru and started pushing down the hill. About 100 feet in there was a sharp bend. i pushed to the bend and a little into the field and started backing up for a second shot. As I was backing, three HS kids walked from somewhere, maybe they dropped from the sky. I kept backing until i was almost backing over them. The three just stood there. I blew the horn. No reaction. I finally stuck my head out the window as I was sort of squeezed in between the two banks I had just made and could not open the door.
I yelled for them to please get out of he way so i could do my job. "Well we have to get down there" as they pointed to the house just around the corner. "Well get he H--- out of the way and i can open the road up so you can get there. A couple more exchanges and i was boiling. I could not get out othe truck and neither could my helper who was riding "shot gun". I finally just started backing up. They moved. As i squared away to make my second shot, I realized the three were now in front of me and walking very casually and looking towards the house they wanted to get to. I blew the horn, but they just kept on with their very leisurely pace. I was ready to explode. I pushed down to about 20 or 30 feet from the three and they were just standing here, I guess they were trying to figure how they could manage to walk thru the three feet of snow to get to their destination. I blew the horn a couple of times with absolutely no reaction. i finally climbed backed up to a spot where I could get out of my truck a climbed out running towards the three. I was taking aim at the biggest of the three. Of course, each one of them was bigger than me by several inches in height and quite a few #'s. I got within 10 or 15 feet of my target, who was still not even looking at me. All of a sudden I stopped and turned around, walking back to my truck. By the time i got to the door, i was laughing.
My helper asked why i was laughing.
As I mentioned, my truck had no power steering. "John, I was going to tackle the biggest of the bunch. As I was ready to launch a tackle, i realized I am so tired I could not even pick up my arms. How in H--- was I going to do any damage to even one of those guys, let alone all three."
There is more to the story that i don't have time for now. I did, a couple of years later manage to get a lick in on the big red head that i had planned on tackling before i realized just how tired i was. I had a porch deck to put piers in for my #1 builder. I was working alone and had to dig all of the holes for footings. The builder had just hired a new "man" (I use the term man rather loosely. Poetic license you might say) and he offered to have him do the digging. The kid appeared and i recognized him right away as the subject of the above story. I had tad the builder of my previous encounter and so relayed my most recent discovery about the new guy. I told him i was about to have a little fun and the kid might not last the day. i got the go ahead and took the kid to the site location where he was going to "help" my dig. There were actually two kids and i heard one comment about working for "that old man...". well, "that old man" made life a bit miserable for those two. They finally walked off the job with one hole left to dig. I had to dig that one, but i was laughing the whole time. I never saw either one of them again and the builder thanked me as he had been trying to figure a way to fire both. He had hired them as a favor to a friend and could not figure a way to get rid of them without angering the friend.
Gotta fix breakfast. it is going to be a long day. The snow is coming down. We don't start plowing until snow has almost ended but i have to be ready when the time arrives.
Tinker
Scott B. said:Tinker said:I couldn't hear the ice clinking, but could hear the crickets and peepers all the way down here. It must be a whole lot warmer up there in VT.
Tinker
Well that's good, because I imagine we're both near to deafer than a haddock because I didn't hear it either. I'd about have to be an octopus to do all that many different things whilest running a tool.
Yes, it has warmed up to at least about 0 or slightly above the past few days. We had quite a bitter stretch of -20 at night. I don't have much use for that kind of cold, and we've been through a couple and a half cord already, all off the property. We're in the middle of a slow and steady snowstorm now.
I had only plowed once from December to the third week of January, and I bet I've been in that old Dodge a dozen plus times since. The other week it did get so cold that the wipers froze right up in an awkward position. I've had the truck since '99, and you probably won't find it hard to believe that I'm the sort that'll run his plow truck without power steering, just for the workout.
You been plowing much, [member=550]Tinker[/member] ?
(I'm trying out this new "tagging" feature that the forum has introduced, not sure I like it yet)
Oh no, My hearing is actually very good. I can hear those critters all day and even all year. i can hear them whe nobody else can hear them. I don't hear canaries >>> YET>
It has changed to rain down here. Only an inch of snow. We don't want to plow now as soon as we clean a driveway, it will be a sheet of ice. Atleast a little snow will give some traction.
The rest of that story about my bout with those three nitwits.
As i got into the truck all laughter and my helper confused, I started pushing the snow I had just removed from the entrance back into the head of he driveway. My helper asked what I was doing. "Well, I may be a real angry puppy, but I ain't a crazy puppy. stick around a while and we'll have some fun." John had been working with me long enough to have some suspicions about the last half of my remark, but he asked no more questions. When i had the snow piled high enough in the "CHUTE" between the two high snowbanks outlining the narrow roadway, I rolled down the window and yelled, "Hey you guys, I'm coming thru." With that. I put the truck into gear, started blowing my horn and plowed on down the hill as fast as i could move. I could see nothing but a whiteout blizzard of snow flying up over the front of my truck. As we passed the spot where my three young friends had been standing, I slammed into the pile i had made with my original push to the corner. I stopped and we looked out the passenger side window and, there, sticking up in the air from the far side of the stonewall beside the road were three pairs of feet. My young "friends" had dived over the wall headfirst into the three feet of snow behind the wall. I continued with my plowing to do the three driveways at the bottom of the hill, leaving the destination driveway of the three snow men til last. An hour or two later, I came back to finish the top driveway so they could get to their desired destination. I guess they had sort of lost interest as there was no body in sight and no tracks leading into the yard >>> anywhere.
Even with chains on all four wheels, I still needed a dozer to open up the last six of my driveways. That, to me, was the epic storm. I remember living in the Berkshires as a kid on the farm having to shovel about 150 feet of driveway many mornings so we could get the milk truck in and out. The snow would be packed hard enough to walk on just from the wind moving it across the fields and packing it into the driveway. We never used snow shovels per se, but narrow and square "barn" shovels, cut the snow into blocks. When we came home from school in the afternoon, we built snow forts and igloos. I learned early on to pile the snow to the side of driveway away from the wind. Plowing in Vermont, Scott, I am sure you know all about movement of wind and snow. It does not get down -20º around here, but once in awhile, it does approach -10º. In the Berkshires (just outside of Canaan, CT) I remember many mornings dow around -20. One week in '42 or '43, we had a run of days not over -10º and with wind blowing, we had to walk backwards and leaning at maybe 60 degree lean. It was a drier cold than here in Ridgefield/Wilton area and it never seemed as cold at -20 as t does around here at +10º. Of course, not i am 39, i guess that has something to do with it. Besides, we had more fun in the snow.
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Tinker said:
I don't know why, but I just had a feeling you'd probably trudged the road of plowing with no power steering before me and others who are likewise inclined.
Your stories are the best, very real to any of us east coasters, and particularly new englanders.
Yes, I do know what you mean about wind blown snow. We live in the valley, pasture land actually, betwixt the Mt Mansfield and Camel's Hump regions here in Vermont, so I am literally located in a bowl of sorts where prevailing winds skin over the roads and it freezes right there - especially now that they don't use the real salt on the roads, it's some sort of slushy slurry I reckon.
Well, I don't have to drop my blade this morning, which is a good thing, because its about 12* out. I take that back, I'll back drag in front of the shop overheads and push off the what the town plows left at the foot of the driveway, then open up the mailbox area for the carrier...
I do have a video shoot later on this morning and probably even some work to do. For me, I'm trying to kick a little sinus/throat thing, which makes me sound sick as a dog and six times as mean.
Maybe in another chapter you can go into more detail about the altercation in which you put knuckles on that red headed feller.
Be safe out there, [member=550]Tinker[/member]
(what do you think of this tagging thing we got going on?)
Since this thread started off as a discussion about sanders, so I'll get back on subject. Some winters we actually use our sander more than the plows. We use a mix of salt and sand. It doesn't actually work as good as that stuff you are talking about, but it doesn't rot out our equipment as fast. We have only used it a couple of times, the second time, I had left some in the hopper (coverd with a waterproof tarp) over nite and it froze up solid. It took me son and I (I of course doing the heavy work >>> the looking on part 8) ) almost an hour chopping with digging bar to free the load. We don't use it anymore unless we know we can run the entire load that day. We sometimes get a crust of frozen snow with he real salt/sand mix but that is not such a problem. When they use that "MagicSalt" stuff, you want to wash your truck frame as soon as you get a warm day. I had a MitsuBishi that broke in half because of that fake salt. We knew it was going to happen so RedLined the truck and took it to my son's equipment yard thinking we might be able to make some repairs before a dismemberment. He unbolted the subframe and suddenly, the front end tipped away and the back end tipped the opposite direction. Now that had to be a tad more scary than anything happening with an RO 125. [eek]
Tinker
Tinker
ANY tool, needle, mortar trowel, file, .. which are extremely simple tools, used in wrong way will disappoint.
You have to know your tool...
Just one think (among many other): if rotex sandpaper is filled with wood unevenly it will start to vibrate: clean the paper or replace it. Wood clogging the paper unevenly, depend of how user pressing on the rotex, and VERY differently with vacuum and with out any dust collector. Even and with different vacuums will be different behavior of the unit.
If you think you need to know not anything like above SELL your unit or it will do no good to anyone Festool included.
You have to know your tool...
Just one think (among many other): if rotex sandpaper is filled with wood unevenly it will start to vibrate: clean the paper or replace it. Wood clogging the paper unevenly, depend of how user pressing on the rotex, and VERY differently with vacuum and with out any dust collector. Even and with different vacuums will be different behavior of the unit.
If you think you need to know not anything like above SELL your unit or it will do no good to anyone Festool included.
This thread has plenty of good advice on using a Rotex sander. Just about everything is mentioned. Clearly some people are not having any trouble with the Rotex and some are. I seriously doubt that anyone is posting trumped up successes or problems. I don't think that any additional recommendations can truly be made. The information in this thread just needs to be utilized to what ever end is appropriate for the owner of the sander.
Probably a good time to let this topic rest.
Seth
Probably a good time to let this topic rest.
Seth
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