ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST...
Well I did it again. FATAL ERROR MESSAGE 1A39 flashes over a blood red background in the 99 hundred's LCD. So much promise, so much hope, more possibly this time than ever before - all crumble to the floor in ashes before me. Or maybe I should say, "In steam".
WTF you ask? Where does steam come from? Don't be silly, it comes from Locomotives.
After too many initial fills to count, plus cleanings on top of cleanings - some while standing on one foot, others while dressed in an Indian rain dance outfit I keep only for special occasions - I decided once again to get aggressive. What's wrong with me you might ask? Why always in the end am I holding a bloody hammer at my side wearing an innocent look of guilt? Because after all I am a carpenter. Do remember this.
You might think after as many initial fills and cleanings as I performed on this particular head (300ml carts worth of cleaning fluid) that there would be no ink left inside the chambers anymore. I mean if nothing else, at least we should assume this, right?
The PK channel in this head cleared to 40% clogged then never improved. Wasn't budging. What I should have done at this point was give up, then perform an autopsy so we could finally understand what in the love of hell an unclearable clog actually is. But I didn't do that did I. Nope, I kept trying to clear it. How you ask? This is where the Locomotive comes in.
I boiled distilled water until a subtle stream of steam drew out from the spout of my wife's favorite flowered tea pot. (say that ten times fast) Then I held said dead head just out of harms way, or so I thought, until that subtle stream of steam drew from hidden chambers inside secret spaces - dried up crusty ink from prints long since past. Out from those tiny microscopic nozzle passages poured the answers to our troubles. It's ink. The clogs indeed are ink, I believe. And nothing gets them out without destroying the tiny internals they hold entombed in an ink frozen state of piezo-pompeii.
...at least nothing that we know of.
I will perform an autopsy but for sure I will find only ruins.