Steve I do HEAR the relay pulling in and can feel it with my hand in the cover With amp turned off but connected the SWR is 1.05:1 at the xcvr.
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On Jan 18, 2025, at 10:14?AM, n4buq <n4buq@...> wrote:
? Chaucer was a ham?
Barry - N4BUQ
From: "Frank Barnes via groups.io" <fbw4npn@...>
To: "DRAKE-RADIO" <[email protected]>
Sent: Saturday, January 18, 2025 9:49:02 AM
Subject: Re: [DRAKE-RADIO] TR4 Poem
Chaucer is turning over in his grave.? Nice!
Aimless amusements....
I asked Chatgpt to write a poem about fixing a TR4.? In the style of
Geoffrey Chaucer, please:
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A Tale of Drake TR4, Wrought with Care
Whan once upon a winter¡¯s night so cold,
A ham with solder¡¯s skill in hand so bold,
Did sit before his TR4, so old,
A transceiver, once so pure, now grown dull,
Its circuits twisted, tangled like a thread,
Its signals weak, its lights were dimly spread.
¡°Alas!¡± quoth he, ¡°this rig, so much I prize,
Now dead as stone beneath these weary skies.
What fate hath wrought this cruel, forsaken plight?
O broken Drake, restore to life thy light!¡±
So, to the workbench he did swift repair,
With gentle touch and steady hands, aware
That circuits fine did oft require great care.
First came the screws, which slow did he unscrew,
And open wide the casing, to review
The insides dark, where many parts did lay,
A tangled mess, a sight most foul and gray.
A glance upon the capacitors old,
The solder joints, now cracked and turning cold,
The weak and weary resistors did he find,
Each test and check did humble heart and mind.
But lo! A faulty diode made its mark,
A silent culprit, hiding in the dark.
With steady hands, he swapped and soldered tight,
Till all was fixed, and signals came to light.
The hum, the crackle, oh! It pleased him so,
As voices came through clearer, steady flow.
The meter danced, the frequency was clear,
A TR4, revived, was now sincere.
¡°O blessed rig!¡± he cried with joy and pride,
¡°The power of the air, no longer tied!
Thy call shall travel far, through hills and dales,
And through the ether¡¯s vast, mysterious veils.
No more shall I be vexed with faulty ways¡ª
Thou art reborn, in ham¡¯s most gleaming praise!¡±
So thus, the ham did leave the shop behind,
His TR4 now humbly redefined.
And in the night, 'neath stars that gleamed so bright,
His voice did echo far, a wondrous sight.
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? ? ? ? ? ? - Jerry, KF6VB
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Frank Barnes
W4NPN
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