“It’s just a washing machine” you say. Next to perhaps your oven and fridge, there’s nothing more mundane than your washing machine. It sits there in the corner, chugging away on load after load, barely noticeable. Each load is perfectly clean, the water level always accurate, and the clean, drain, rinse, drain, rinse, drain, spin cycles tick away like clockwork. Well, like LM555work if you’re going to be pedantic.
If you load it wrong, with all the towels on one side, it calmly stops spinning and goes back to a rinse cycle in an effort to redistribute the load. After two attempts it stops and beeps politely. “Excuse me. Hello? Someone? I seem to have a maladjusted load.”
And then it explodes. A bang heard 3 rooms away, tripping a circuit breaker and shutting down my PC disgracefully (yes, I really should get a UPS). I hold no grudge: this washing machine is over 6 years old, and a single failure in that timeframe is just fine by me.
And the reason I love this washing machine? I love when it breaks down, that despite the incredible, repeatable, electronic reliability, it only has about four parts. It’s either the CPU board, the motor controller, the drain pump, or (incredibly infrequently) the main motor.
In my case, I opened the control panel (two screws), and smelt the tang of magic smoke from the motor controller. One phone call, a 30 minute drive, 30 minutes of reassembly. Done. I love this machine. Each plug on the motor controller is individually shaped. There is no way to reassemble it wrong. The replacement part comes with instructions on how to ‘program’ the controller to your size of machine.
Remember kids: if you can’t open it, you don’t own it.