Sometimes I’m anal enough that I even amaze myself, and I know how amazing I can be.
I have an upstairs HVAC system and a downstairs HVAC system. Both start with a little blower purging the gas chamber, so fugitive gas won’t blow up, and when it’s clear, it shoots the main gas into the thing.
Well, a few days ago, when it was like 14° down here at night, that little starter blower had a little roar to it that you could probably hear out on the street through the vents. I just let it ride since it was still heating the house.
Got up yesterday morning, walked out to the upstairs balcony, and it was 55° in the main part of the house. I guess the little guy gave up. Fortunately, the deep freeze was over. I suited up in the nastiest clothing I have because you have to crawl over the dirt in the crawlspace on your belly to get to it, and I pulled that starter blower.
One of the fins in the 5-6” squirrel cage wheel broke off from old age, that created the imbalance, and then it broke the little pot metal housing that held the motor and blower wheel in place.
Here’s the amazing part. I had to really strain my brain and go into the back left corner of the shed of miracles (that’s the really dark deep hole mostly inhabited by fugitive yard creatures and big Georgia bugs) because I vaguely remembered I had a box with furnace parts.
It looked a little different, but it bolted right up, and the heat is back!
And yes, I’m going to save the broken one…
BTW, that box was right next to the box marked “Roman aqueduct parts.”
