Well, after a week's procrastination, I boxed up the new-to-me FT-897 radio and shipped it off to the West coast for repair. Bud Garside, W7ARS. He and I spoke on the phone, and he had a lot of good questions and ideas to try before sending it over. However, the fact that a transistor was smoked meant it needed some help no matter what. Even though I've only had the radio a little less than a month, I really hated sending it off. A weird attachment has formed. I double boxed it and even paid extra for insurance. Something truly must be wrong with me.
What a cool job Bud has. To bring in broken radios and give them new life. It still amazes me that these little black boxes will let you talk to people all around the world. What's more amazing is that people are out there listening for you, and hoping you'll call.
Here's hoping my little radio comes back safely.
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