The MPS 801 tractor wheels are infinitely adjustable from 2.5 to 9.5 inches.
I ran a test on this one "manually tracktoring" a cut sheet paper through and
it worked surprisingly well... With a 35 year old dried out ribbon.
Pictures and video in this link:
https://photos.app.goo.gl/6BDoEsMUmcUKtcgs7
Thanks,
Ben Kayfetz
This email was composed and sent from my smartphone, please excuse any errors.
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From: torontocbm-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx <torontocbm-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> on
behalf of Jim Brain <brain@xxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Saturday, August 17, 2019 8:43:34 PM
To: torontocbm@xxxxxxxxxxxxx <torontocbm@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: [torontocbm] Re: Tractor feed paper.
On 8/17/2019 7:13 PM, Duke Nukem wrote:
Jim, are you attending the WOC this year? If so then I would like to buy a few
key items like the useful EF3 and Zoomfloppy to begin with.
Well, one can't absolutely promise these things, but yes, I am planning to
attend. The last few years have been spotty due to kids events and such, but I
think this year is pretty open. In any event, it's been too long, and I miss
the event (and, I miss seeing how US and CA are similar but different, to
humo(u)rous note).
Case in point:
Saturday night after the first day of the show, must have been 2017, later in
the evening, and I stopped at the Metro (why does a grocery store have a name
like it's a railway station?) to grab some snackies for the rest of the
weekend. Can't find sweet tea at all (you people are truly deprived) but
managed to scoop up some Hostess and Dew (I think you all can't have the leaded
kind, so unleaded it was) along with some chips and such. Given the day's
sales and spare change I could not convert from previous visits, I had some
Canuck cash and coin, thus I wanted to draw down on foreign cash reserves. But,
I rolled out of the food aisles right next to the self checkout lines. I
looked at the checkout system and it had like 50 openings to put various
currency into (coins in here, plastic there, paper somewhere else, etc.) It
had been a long day, and I am not used used to the machine, so I decided I'd
muck that up if I tried. I started my way down to a helpful manned checkout
lane, only to have that lady say "Sir, we have self checkout lanes right by
you. It'd be easier to use them." Thanks, stereotypically helpful Canadian
citizen, but I don't quite understand your currency and I'd rather not remind
everyone in the GTA tonight that I'm not from around these parts. I kept
walking towards her with the friendliest "thanks, but no thanks" smile I could
muster. She was not deterred. She then motioned to someone else behind me.
"Sam, can you help this person use the self checkout line?" At that point, I
wanted to drop my food spoils and just melt into the concrete, but no, Sam was
right there steering me into the automatics. Sigh... He then assumed that I
did not know how to use a self checkout line, so he proceeded to explain
everything to me in excruciating detail. Whether he thought I was a generally
clueless local or a stereotypically inept 'Murican, I have no idea. I just
wanted it to be over. I had wanted to ditch the "loonies" and "toonies", but
was too scared to put them in the wrong mechanical orifice, so I just handed
over paper (which I think is really plastic, but I digress) to Sam and he fed
it into the machine, as if I have never done so and could not fathom how to
shove paper bills into a slot. As I recall, he then made some passing comment
to whether I wanted a plastic bag, since those are 10 quid or something
bizarre, but then he decided I didn't have that many items, and they would all
fit into a baglet, which evidently was free (or maybe he was taking pity on me
and my inability to fathom that Canada charges for bags). The exchange took
probably 3 minutes, as you all are efficient at your tasks, but it felt like an
eternity. I stepped outside that establishment into the crisp Winter air,
shuffled to my Smart car with my baglet, sat down in the vehicle, and
re-evaluated my life. I realize I had been such a poor representative of
scrappy American ingenuity. Those poor Metro folks probably wondered how I
even managed to live long enough to make it to the store from the States.
Jim
