I’m not saying that they don’t ask for help…..I think that they’re willing to do that if they get a chance.
But….because of geography or economics or maybe just a desire to figure out how to fix stuff….I will bet that they repair what they can.
Here’s a video about a different kind of situation.
John Deere makes tractors (and other farm equipment) that, in many cases, can’t be repaired by the tractor owner.
John Deere doesn’t share diagnostic software that would allow a farmer to identify what the problem is on these newer and fully computerized pieces of equipment.
It sounds like they also “key” components so that replacing them with an identical component from another tractor won’t fix the problem….the “tractor” (I keep saying tractor….it could be any piece of equipment) won’t recognize or allow the new/used part.
What a crock…
Don’t make farm equipment that is going to be used in a rural setting….where a repair facilities’ location might demand that the piece of equipment be trucked a good distance to even be diagnosed…and suppose that you’re doing the farmer a service by providing a good piece of equipment.
That’s not very user friendly, in my opinion.
But don’t count the farmer’s out.
They’re learning to “hack” the software and to do what the dealers do.
Farmer=Hacker.
“Right to Repair” is a movement started by farmers that requests that farmers can purchase the diagnostic tools that would allow them to repair their equipment.
Apple and Microsoft showed up at the hearings over this issue….because it would also mean that their industries would be affected by these rules.
Who saw that coming?
It’s a shame when companies lock the user out of being able to fix their own stuff.
I love that people figure out “workarounds”….even if it means using pirated Eastern European software.
I’m not sick….but Jenny feels like she’s getting sick….so….I better not get sick.
Jenny’s better at taking care of everybody than I am.
I can rise to the challenge if everything hits the fan, though.
We have a new chicken and rooster on the porch….and the rooster is crowing…so…one of the sick kids will probably wake up soon.
The new chicken/rooster combo wandered into the yard….and didn’t get along with our other chickens (the two that Appa didn’t “love to death”) …so….Jenny put them down in the downstairs porch/laundry room area.
Now the rooster is crowing.
Appa is barking in what was the garden (before he pooped everywhere)….and the rooster is crowing below Nate’s room.
Freaking noisy animals.
I did our taxes yesterday.
Did I mention that it’s raining?
I’m going to make some coffee and watch a movie with the sound turned all the way down.
It wasn’t just a “bad pads are scratching and grooving my rotors” kind of issue….it was a “why am I pumping and pushing the pedal to the floor and I’m still going forward” kind of thing.
So (after a nervous effort to get the thing stopped and off the road) I called work to tell them that I wouldn’t be able to make it in.
I called.
And called.
And….called.
I got the fax machine every time.
What the heck?
Then….because I didn’t have any other numbers, I called a co-worker who was at the PO already and told her what was going on.
I guess that’s as far as it went because later I got a call from management and got blessed out for not letting them know that I wouldn’t be able to make it in a car without brakes.
We stop a lot (because of the mailboxes)…so….(go figure?)…it would be impossible to do the job without killing everybody if I couldn’t stop.
I don’t call in very often.
I try to be as low drama as possible.
Maybe I should call more often so that they’d be used to scrambling to cover my route?
Who knows?
Anyway….it turned out that one of the wheel cylinders had exploded and instead of being a “closed loop” the brake fluid (that is supposed to push everything in the right way when you step on the brake pedal) was just pouring out and soaking the shoes and drum on one side of the vehicle.
That’s not something that you can fix out on the route.
But…I can fix it in the driveway if I have the parts and the sun is shining.
I can fix my own problems….usually.
I guess that it’s nice to be needed.
I’ll call directly next time (if anyone will answer the phone), too.
You’d have to have a way to sell all this weird stuff.
Surely, you couldn’t buy a pallet of this crap and then just store it in the backroom.
That would be bad.
This guy sells the “Amazon Returns”….on Amazon.
That’s pretty weird.
He gets a pallet of Amazon Returns….and then ships them back to Amazon and sells them through the “fulfilled by Amazon” part of Amazon’s business (FBA).
So…you are getting a chance to buy something that someone returned because of…..whatever reason….and give it a new life.
These things get a second chance!
How about that?!
Did you know that might be where your FBA product was coming from?
Who knows what you’re getting when you shop anywhere.
I wondered what FBA meant.
It’s a crazy world.
He’s buying these pallets from an outfit called bulq.com .
