A Cup Of Joe For Your Radio

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By WBØRUR, on the scene

PETALUMA, Calif. — Ham radio operator Arthur Martin says he can’t explain it, but he’s happy about it all the same.

Martin says he accidentally spilled a cup of General Foods International Gourmet Café Vienna instant coffee onto the top of his Hallicrafters HT-37A transmitter.

The 62 year old retired maintenance engineer sayspilled_smalls he was holding the cup of instant java when he leaned over to connect a RG8 patch cable in the back.  He tipped a bit too far, spilling all but a drop.

The ventilation holes in the vintage HF transmitter quickly allowed the scalding hot, sickeningly sweet liquid to seep onto the chassis, into the final PA cage, the band switch and the VFO mechanism.

Knowing it was ruined but hoping for the best, Martin says he fired up the rig and was quite surprised when the device showed a full 1250 watts PEP output – far above manufacturer’s specifications.

Leaning back in his desk chair while monitoring an 80 meter SSB net, Martin adds there is a downside.

After the heat generated by the tube finals burned off the liquid, the sticky residue left behind by the coffee mishap has gummed up the VFO and bandswitch, making it impossible to change frequencies.

“But I’m KING of the 80 meter Cialis net!” he declares triumphantly.

You can work Arthur almost any evening on 3.668 MHz.

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  • Jeff K1NSS

    Like Philo Hemmingway, Ernes’s crazy ham brother once said, “The International Coffee drinkers are different from you and me.” With the air of Davos attendees, a certain caffeinated savoir-faire, they sashay through life turning lemons into an exponential increase in ERP. Don’t look to Lady Luck, but in the dregs of their coffee cups for the secret of their deceptively serendipitous successes. “It gets in the blood,” I’ve been told by such a EuroTrash JoeHound. “It makes one want to gather in the golden Elysian light of later afternoon for a clatch with one’s tastefully similar companions at some deliciously recherché 75 Meter Phone pied-à-terre. Out comes the artfully arranged selection of International Cofffess, the funny little cups and saucers and demitasse spoons and before one knows it, one is dumping this stuff over all manner of vintage radio equipment to the most marvelous effect.” Haven’t been there, haven’t done that, but to know that others have is oddly…enough.

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