[rescue] replacing an Ultra2

[Mike Hebel]

On Apr 25, 2007, at 5:39 AM, Jonathan C. Patschke wrote:

> On Wed, 25 Apr 2007, Bill Bradford wrote:
>
>> I love that - "Its in the door.  Good enough.  Fuck it."
>
> Well, while that sentiment was definitely present, it wasn't the only
> reason we left it at the door.  The name "Atomichron" is
> doubly-appropriate for that device--it doesn't break down any further.
> We couldn't figure out how to lift it into the living room (the 
> diagonal
> is longer than the height of most of the rooms, as well as the
> negotiable distance around all the corners), and Dave was still in the
> process of unpacking, anyhow.

Indeed.  It would have to be disassembled to it's component parts 
almost.

With a soldering iron.

> If we had five very strong, very -thin- men, we probably could've 
> walked
> it in at just slight-enough of an angle to clear the doors, but, while
> Dave, Mike, and I are reasonably strong, none of us is very tiny.

I think the only way Dave is getting that thing in there would be to 
take it horizontal through the back lanai (0) and then directly into 
the living room before standing it back up.

Unfortunately that would require about 6 strong people minimum, I 
think, to lift it and carry it that far.  Most dollys will bend and the 
object is too tall to tilt any serious degree regardless.  (As we found 
out putting it horizontal onto the tiny rolling "mover" to get it out 
of the old house.  Thank goodness we had Johnathan's big shoulders or 
the thing would have never gotten moved!)

You'd have to put heavy plywood from the front of the garage around to 
the back patio too or you'd sink while carrying it.  You'd also have to 
set it on the "mover" and roll it through the screen door on the patio 
then pick it back up again to get it over the back threshold.  All this 
without dropping it on a person or in the pool.

No easy moving task that thing is...

Mike Hebel
(0) Screened in porch around the back patio/pool area.
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