The Raypak Pool Heater Adventure

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Have you heard the stories about my adventures with electricity? Here’s yet another:

A few months ago Robin and I decided it sure would be nice to have the spa running to relax in during the cold winter evenings. The buried 250 gallon propane tank in the back yard had been close to empty for a couple of years, so I ordered up a 700 dollar refill.

The fellow who came to certify and fill the tank also checked the regulator on the spa heater for me and found that the thirty year old item was defunct. I had him change it out for an additional 75 bucks. Then we fired up the pool pump, flipped the switch on the heater, and watched it light up.

All was well for about five minutes, then water came rushing out of the bottom of the heater, extinguishing the burner and effectively shutting down the whole operation. Inspection revealed that the heat exchanging manifold was corroded away and leaking like a sieve.

Cha-ching! I went on a search for a replacement pool/spa heater, and after discovering I could save 40% on a RayPak 266,000 btu unit via the internet (model PR266AEPX) with free shipping vs any of the DFW area pool supply companies, I decided to install myself.

Two weeks later the unit was dropped at my curb, and I installed and wired it in that weekend.

Here’s where it gets tricky.

Attached to the wiring harness was a big red tag with wiring instructions. On one side was a diagram for wiring the thing with 240 volts. The opposite side was a diagram showing how to wire it for 120.

I was wiring into a 240 feed. While laying the harness and tools out, the red wiring diagram tag blew off the top of the heater and went sailing across the yard. Robin (who was standing by with 911 on speed dial as she always does when I’m pretending to know what I’m doing with electricity) chased it down and returned it to me. I slapped it down on the top of the heater again and used a wrench as a paper-weight to ensure it stayed there this time. What I didn’t notice was I had placed it 120 volt side up this time.

I proceeded to go through the happy and simple motions of wiring the thing in with wire nuts and electrical tape. When I was all done I had Robin flip the breaker on.

I cranked up the pump and flipped the power switch on the RayPak to the on position.

The digital display lit up with what appeared to be Martian hieroglyphs for a moment, then there was a nice crakling sound and a curl of smoke drifted out of the housing in the general area of the transformer.


Upon opening the cover I saw the transformer had blown and then realized what had happenned as I referred back to the diagram and saw that the 120 volt side was facing up.

I ordered a new transformer for 80 bucks and sat around for another week until it arrived.

That evening I replaced it, being careful to wire for 240 volts this time.

When it came time to power the RayPak on the thing fizzled again, only this time the smoke came from the controller board.

Surmising that the previous incident had likely blow something in the circuits, I ordered a new controller board for around 300 dollars and waited a week for it to arrive.

It sat on the shelf for another month while I served my first four weeks at my new job. I was too consumed with drinking from the fire hose as I figured out new systems and processes to bother with any household projects.

Finally today I managed to install the circuit board without incident. The spa is currently heating up to a relaxing 103 degrees and this evening Robin and I intend to cook ourselves in it like a pair of happy lobsters.

Close inspection of the old circuit board showed that the enemy once again was a fried component. It’s not a capacitor this time, but rather appears to be a resistor that failed to resist the strange load that was sent to it as the original transformer fried to a crisp.

For those who think the lesson learned from this is to have professionals perform these jobs, I must remind you that even with the additional expense of 500 bucks or so in replacement parts, I still came out over 500 dollars cheaper than if I’d bought this same RayPak heater from a pool supply here, and that doesn’t even include the savings on labor, either.

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Kitchen Remodel Fin

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A word of advice:

If you’re going to go without your kitchen for a month and a half while a crew of contractors does a major remodel to it that includes knocking out walls and building a total new infrastructure, be sure and budget some funds for marriage counciling.

We made it through with our relationship intact, but there were times I’m pretty sure Robin could have smothered me in my sleep.

We never cared much for having a wet bar in the house, but we sure were thankful we had it to convert to a tiny kitchenette during the last six weeks.

It’s all done now and I must admit Robin did a stellar job designing and directing. The layout and finish materials were all 100% designed by her, all the way down to picking out the raw granite slab that the counter tops and window sills were cut from.

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What kinda gizmo is that gonna be?

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What on earth am I making now?

Give ya three guesses.

Components are a vessel sink (not shown), various 1-1/2″ and 3″ pipe fittings (not shown), a sprinkler valve and multi-setting timer, and a Hudson valve (not shown).

Once the guys have finished tiling the pantry I’ll be constructing this new Rube Goldberg device and I’ll video the final production. The world is fortunate I never use my powers of invention for evil.

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Including the Kitchen Sink

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Okay, friends, I know I’ve been abnormally silent on the interwebs lately, but I have excuses.

Presented for your consideration, here is our old kitchen sink:

I think this may be the last surviving bright yellow sink circa 1978, and it may be worth millions to an archeologist several thousand years from now…if they can find it in whatever landfill it’s headed for.

The kitchen and dining room has been gutted, and we are preparing meals in the bar for the next five weeks. I’m not sure how we’ll get a thanksgiving turkey done in a 1 CF microwave.

As if a major renovation wasn’t enough, here is BB’s current state:

Last Saturday I determined that I would pull the tank and adjust the fuel sensor float so she didn’t indicate low fuel at half a tank. Then I decided, as long as I have the tank off, I might as well see how hard it is to remove the fenders and have the whole mess painted a nice glossy white. The R3 Classic cherry and cream (or blood and bone, as I call it) two-tone job has just gotten old.

By the time I had the fenders and side panels off I was very greasy and tired. Monday morning I degreased and cleaned all the parts and started hauling them around town to find someone who could finish them for me. The first estimate was $1,800.00. For a plain white paint job with no emblems to remove, no masking, and no body work needed.

The others all refused, saying they only work on cars (i.e, crash repairs where the big insurance money is).

My brother has a painter he recommends in Tyler who had provided an un-seen estimate of under $500.00, but I wasn’t keen on spending two hundred dollars in fuel driving out there and back twice, plus having to leave them at someone’s shop who might not finish them for a couple of weeks.

At the end of the day I bought some white and clear coat, reducer, and catalyst, and a nice new HVLP gun. I also picked up loads of scotchbright, masking tape, and some strange new combination of naptha and thinner for cleanup purposes.

Now I have to build a temporary paint booth and filtered ventilation system.

Paint goes on early Saturday Morning and reassembly is scheduled for Sunday. BB will no longer be “Blood and Bone” so I’ll have to change her name. Perhaps a contest is in order.

Pray for me if you’re in church.

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