By "Think one of these can get tired?" I asked the fella at the local hardware.
"Yup. We all get tired, including me," he replied.
"And me," I concurred.
"Yup."
I was showing him the motor from one of our bathroom exhaust fans. It hasn't had enough ummph lately, and sounds congested because it can't move enough air to push the flapper in the roof vent open.
"Have you got a replacement?" I asked.
"Better. I have a more powerful upgrade."
Oh, that sounded good! I like more power. Michele would like more power in that little bathroom, too. It is the 1/2 bath I use to...well, not to take a bath.
Weak motor on left (boo). Stronger motor on right (yeah, baby).
Weak impeller on left (yuck). Strong, manly impeller on right (mucho macho grande).
Empty fan canister.
More-powerful fan installed.
Before I decided to get a new fan motor, I checked in the attic to make sure the vent hose wasn't blocked. I do have a pointer about attics to pass along. It falls under, 'A smart person learns from their own mistakes. A wise person learns from the mistakes of others.'
My pointer is this: if you go up into an unfinished attic, wear a hat for sure, and gloves aren't a bad idea either. There are lots of nails sticking down from the roof and out from the studs. No matter how sure you are that you won't bump the nails, you will. And you won't want to climb back out of the trusses and down the ladder to get a hat, so you'll get poked again, and again. And swearing only helps a little.
The stairs to Nailville.
Nails on the side.
Nails overhead.
Yikes, spikes! Who drove a javelin through my roof?
There you have it, boys and girls: -an easy and satisfying upgrade
-a more habitable loo
-a pointed pointer.
I may just lessen my reputation for only being good as a bad example!
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