In the good old days, I studied at MIFI and lived in the same room with a rather strange man, who for some reason was called Michelle. Among other weirdnesses, Michelle had a craving for electronics, and based not on specific knowledge, but on some internal sensations. Sometimes, he finds an old transformator on the washing machine, pulls it into the compartment and begins to forge with it. He did not have any measuring instruments. He connected the transformator directly to the socket and then took his fingers for the wires of the secondary coils and by the power of the electric shock quite accurately determined the tensions on them. If the hands did not feel the tension, he closed the contacts and determined the tension by the brightness of the spark. Once he got a decent stroke of electricity, and he respectfully said, “No, it’s not 220, it’s 380.” I don’t know how he wasn’t killed. It was his enthusiasm and real benefit. In that fun disco time, we regularly burned weak Soviet amplifiers, trying to push out more sound power from them. So, Michel repairs them to us by kindness. I once asked him to teach me that.
It’s simple, says Michelle, to change output transistors, which are the biggest. If it still does not work - you change the previous ones, they are a little smaller. If so, repeat the procedure for the previous ones. What if it still doesn’t work? Then, says Michelle, it is more difficult, you put all the transistors in place and watch the inside of the amplifier for half an hour. Then disconnect the random wire and turn on the amplifier. If it still does not work - then you paste it in place, watch it for fifteen minutes and tick off another random wire. After that, the amplifier usually works. I didn’t believe him at the time, but I remembered that story.
A few years later I married and we had two little children. The money was not catastrophic, but I translated some huge article from English, and I was paid a premium for that – just enough to buy a washing machine. Very decent at that time. GDRovskaya, semi-atomic, with a press. The only thing I had to do was pour the water myself. There were problems with this regularly. We lived on the fifth floor, the water pressure was often poor. The wife will make the water pour out, will be distracted on the children - and here is you, the whole bathroom is poured with water. I quarreled with the neighbors below. One day she poured water into the car so that it broke. Apparently, the water went into the electronic regulator. The master came, said, all, guys, we have no spare parts for a year. The times were Gorbachevic, Germany was united. by Hana!
What to do? No money, a washing machine is needed. Do not lay hands on children. From hopelessness, I disassembled the car and began to watch this electronic regulator. I don't know how much time has passed, but I took the solder and pulled off one wire from this regulator. It will not be worse. Turn on the car. She strangled strangely. I turned off and put the wire in place. I sat in front of her again. I looked, looked, took and pulled another wire. Turn on the car – it earned! Fantastically! Only the wheel that switches modes has shifted by a quarter of the turn. Nothing, you can get used to it. Congratulations to Michelle!
So our car worked without interruption for two years. Until it broke again. This time without water flow, yes, by itself. I do not believe in magic at all. Therefore, I disassemble the car and... no, I do not fold another wire, I just fold the old wire back. The car worked again, and the control wheel returned to its original position. Apparently, the water caused the switching in the regulator, which I removed in such a left way. Well, then, when the regulator completely dried and the switching self-eliminated, the machine of the already worn wire no longer wanted to work. I plugged the wire back – and the car still worked fine for several years.