All day yesterday I am freaking about a squeel and howling noise comming from the pulleys. I really wanted it to break just to find out what the F it was. So, I was doing the normal torture test and bang, flap, flap, flap, bang, bang with many dash lights. Luck enough I was about 1/2 mile away from the Friday Coit/190 meet. So I coast in, really not wanting to for embarassment reasons, and one of my customers comes up to me and within one minute is one the way to pick up a belt, tools and a "non exploded idler". Jason, sorry forgot your screen name, came back and slapped it on for me. He didn't even want anything. Looks like he is shooting for the golden Karma award. Anyway, thanks bro. I owe you one. :beer:
