I did some thinking. Had some idle thoughts. You can root an Android phone and tablet faster than a tornado clears a trailer park and ask questions. And usually get some good help. No offense meant. Dealing vit der Chermans is just an experience that reminds me of funny mustaches and high top shiny boots and smirky, devious smiles. The OpenATV crew. And let's not exclude the Brits. There's a mix of varying attitude in the blokes there. Kinda stings when a response for well thought about and researched first ask for help results in words like preposterous, rubbish, or challenging a person's intelligence. Of course das ist schtoopit prevails. Followed by other unsolicited comments. And if you don;t step lightly. *Poof* they kick your ass out to the street and you get banned.
Once. Several years ago in my previous life. I had a machine that blew a Lenze stepper control. It was smoked all to hell.
So I ordered a replacement next flight. Went to OIA and grabbed it at 2am and went in to slap it in. The "codeplug" programming module was blank. And the original was toast. So I ordered a codeplug pronto. Tuned in?
By machine serial number. The replacement just didn't work right. I must have gotten 4-5 in the course of a week. FedEx next day packs.
Upper mgmt. was pissed. On my ass.
I found out that the company lost it's programming engineer. I got the programming manual and made a programming jig to do it myself.
The manual tripped my ass out. I had not a clue of the programming needed. But everything was in plain text.
I grabbed the code from the controller. Compared the lines to the manual sections. Ibuprofen and confusion and calls to Texas back and forth.
"I was crazy". "But it works here" (no way, no how it could).
Told 'em I had a programming cable and they FTP'd a few more fast turnaround binaries. Nope. Same screw ups.
Got my ass in the car and drove to a site in Tampa with my laptop and programming jig.
Pulled the code from the codeplug of an identical machine that ran like a peach (a Georgia peach like the TNAP chickie) and drove back home.
In the replacement code they kept sending, I skimmed to a commented section. It was all semi commented.
Down in the gobbeldy-goop-soup there was a commented line before a config. line. Pertaining to (probably have it stashed away someplace still):
"## This section is for a customer from Florida to fix a quick acceleration and immediate stop with 100 percent dynamic brake
## I dont know why it's needed. <lead engneer> told me to add the code so they could try it."
Seriously!
Well. I blew the Tampa code into the controller and summa' bitch! All the problems went away and it worked like the day it was installed.
Huh? Octagon and Chermans. Might as well talk into a mirror? But why? I'd do it myself if it wasn't such a secret. And hell. It might make a few others happy. Schtoopit, das ist inschane, ja? Oh. And I've drank a crap-ton of Guiness. Never got "drunk" drunk (but had to pee a lot). But man! They do. Pukin' drunk!! So rubbish and preposterous is out, bluddy 'ell!. Maybe some people come up with some off-the-chain questions. They might even have a bit more intelligence than Seargent Schults too.
Sorry....rant. Typos and all. ( I Really like this layout now. Too cool.) Haha "There is a problem. You've been banned."
Once. Several years ago in my previous life. I had a machine that blew a Lenze stepper control. It was smoked all to hell.
So I ordered a replacement next flight. Went to OIA and grabbed it at 2am and went in to slap it in. The "codeplug" programming module was blank. And the original was toast. So I ordered a codeplug pronto. Tuned in?
By machine serial number. The replacement just didn't work right. I must have gotten 4-5 in the course of a week. FedEx next day packs.
Upper mgmt. was pissed. On my ass.
I found out that the company lost it's programming engineer. I got the programming manual and made a programming jig to do it myself.
The manual tripped my ass out. I had not a clue of the programming needed. But everything was in plain text.
I grabbed the code from the controller. Compared the lines to the manual sections. Ibuprofen and confusion and calls to Texas back and forth.
"I was crazy". "But it works here" (no way, no how it could).
Told 'em I had a programming cable and they FTP'd a few more fast turnaround binaries. Nope. Same screw ups.
Got my ass in the car and drove to a site in Tampa with my laptop and programming jig.
Pulled the code from the codeplug of an identical machine that ran like a peach (a Georgia peach like the TNAP chickie) and drove back home.
In the replacement code they kept sending, I skimmed to a commented section. It was all semi commented.
Down in the gobbeldy-goop-soup there was a commented line before a config. line. Pertaining to (probably have it stashed away someplace still):
"## This section is for a customer from Florida to fix a quick acceleration and immediate stop with 100 percent dynamic brake
## I dont know why it's needed. <lead engneer> told me to add the code so they could try it."
Seriously!
Well. I blew the Tampa code into the controller and summa' bitch! All the problems went away and it worked like the day it was installed.
Huh? Octagon and Chermans. Might as well talk into a mirror? But why? I'd do it myself if it wasn't such a secret. And hell. It might make a few others happy. Schtoopit, das ist inschane, ja? Oh. And I've drank a crap-ton of Guiness. Never got "drunk" drunk (but had to pee a lot). But man! They do. Pukin' drunk!! So rubbish and preposterous is out, bluddy 'ell!. Maybe some people come up with some off-the-chain questions. They might even have a bit more intelligence than Seargent Schults too.
Sorry....rant. Typos and all. ( I Really like this layout now. Too cool.) Haha "There is a problem. You've been banned."
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