Friday, 28 March 2025

Fixing The IKEA FIXA Cordless Drill Machine

First of all, the name IKEA is not pronounced as EYE-KIAas most people dobut EE-KIAas the Swedes do. With this settled, let us move on to the story of a dysfunctional IKEA FIXA cordless drill machine.

History

I bought this cheap babe to supplement what I already owned: a mid-sized Black & Decker 2-speed hammer drill and a larger Bosch variable-speed bi-directional hammer drill. I needed the IKEA FIXA to help do odd jobs without the inconvenience of using heavier drills in confined spaces.

Soon I discovered that the FIXA was the McDonald of drillsit partially filled a need but without much satisfaction. The battery drained fast and for some jobs I again reverted to using my other bulkier babes.


ROBBERY, ASSAULT AND BATTERIES

There came a fateful day when the internal batteries of the FIXA peacefully passed away during sleep. To find out what kind of rechargeable batteries lived inside, I opened up the machine.

The batteries looked like oversized AA (1.5 volts) babes but were actually type 18650 (3.7 volts each or total 7.2V/1.5Ah). I sourced new batteries from the local electronics market, hoping they exceeded the 1500 mAH (milli-Ampere hour) rating of the original ones.


The poorly documented User Manual of the FIXA neither mentioned anything about the battery type nor their rating, which meant they did not want one to replace them but rather follow the IKEA philosophy behind disposal furniture.

The marking on the original batteries was:
MNKE IMR-18650 (MH46608 RoHS)

It's a fact that manufacturers of this age deliberately make things difficult or impossible to repair for end-users. Although the original batteries were spot-soldered, I got the new ones plain soldered instead. It was a technician who opened up the drill, unscrewed the main components sloppily and caused the gears inside to fall out. He was unable to reassemble the parts in the desired order.

Nevertheless, I charged the new batteries for several hours but the machine refused to work.

Feeling stuck, I resorted to searching for a newer cordless drill on Ali Express. The shops sold drill for around $40 each but charged $300 as freight because the Li-Ion batteries needed special handling and packaging due to their dangerous chemical composition.

During air-travel, the airlines check-in counters and the airport security personnel do NOT want passengers putting these Li-Ion batteries in checked baggage but rather hand-carrying them. Carrying more than normal quantities of these batteries also raises suspicions and objectionsunless you happen to be a serious photographer with fantastic convincing power.

Hit and trial

Before I began fixing the FIXA, I had successfully disassembled my other drill machines and then lubricated them using white lithium grease at some spots and white PTFE grease elsewhere. By contrast, the FIXA originally had 
grey graphite grease inside it.

I tried hard to put the fallen nine gears in place but failed. Taking the FIXA to various drill machine repairsmen proved futile and there was nothing on YouTube that seemed to help.

Frustrated almost to the point of throwing away the FIXA, I took the machine apart to investigate. The least I could do was embalm it (grease) and dress it in Sunday-best (clean-up) before cremating it with great respect.

Indian Jones and the temple of gears

Forgive me for not taking any photos of this effort and enjoy just the text below for technical salvation. 

IMPORTANT: It will do you a lot of good to be methodical and neat. Place every part on a large surface and in the correct orientation (left/right sides) and disassembly order, or simply shoot photos to recall how the striptease went.

1) The drill body is composed of two sides held together by seven Philips (cross-head) screws. Place the machine on its left side over a table and start unscrewing using a Philips screwdriver. Use the correct-sized tool to prevent damage to the screw-heads. Carefully lift up the entire right side of the body by lightly prying open with a flat-head screwdriver. 

2) Inside the handle grip are: the charger socket, two batteries, a trigger button and its control module.

3) On the upper portion are three components screwed together:
a) A motor that drives using 7.2V power (3.7V + 3.7V) of the batteries.
b) A plastic unit that contains a metal barrel with nine interlocking gears (toothed wheels).
c) A keyless chuck assembly that holds the drill bits.

4) Inside these three main parts are more parts. The motor's front is screwed to the rear of the plastic unit using four Philips screws. Separate the two while holding both horizontally and without jerking.

5) The plastic unit contains a metal barrel with horizontal grooves and nine interlocking gears.

6) Between the motor (on the left) and the plastic unit (on the right) are a felt gasket and a metal washer. Placed atop the motor's centre is a single gear connected to a shaft below that rotates when the drill's trigger is pressed.

7) When I pressed the trigger, this gear spun, which told me that the motor and the batteries worked but the nine interlocking gears or the chuck had issues.

8) I wiped the greasy parts first with a paper towel and then degreased them with Spray Nine's Grez-All liquid spray which required washing off. Degreasing aerosols are also available that clean and then evaporate immediately, leaving no residue behind.

9) Over and around the single gear in the centre of the motor assembly, I used SUPER LUBE multi-purpose synthetic grease with PTFEan American heavy-duty grease. It's white, multi-purpose (without silicone but with PTFE added), four times longer lasting, corrosion//water/rust resistant, has a wide-temperature range and is NLGI GC-LB approved grade-2.

10) I first sprayed some WD-40 into the lone gear's shaft to smoothen it and then some specialist contact cleaner. The latter was also sprayed into the rear of the motor's cavity where I could see something turning, and also in the trigger. One should always be a smooth operator.


11) Operate the drill, if possible, to check for a smoother-sounding motor.

12) Holding the drill horizontal, I carefully separated the gear-chuck assembly, ensuring the gears didn't fall out. Inside were three gears mounted on three pins at the top of a round metal plate (inside the metal grooved-barrel in the plastic unit).

13) Three more gears could be seen sitting over three pins at the bottom of this first round metal plate (inside the metal grooved-barrel in the plastic unit).

14) These three gears faced a second round metal plate below, and which again had three gears mounted on three pins.

15) These six gears (3+3) faced each other and were interlocked to spin together. This was important to note for later assembling.

16) I degreased, cleaned and then greased these nine gears, and other parts and surfaces.

Down the rabbit hole

17) At the base of the entire housing that held the round metal barrel and the nine gears, there were six holes. Each hole contained three steel balls (I missed measuring the diameter with a Vernier caliper) that sat one on top of the other. 

At one point, eighteen dried up steel balls fell out due to dryness and goofy disassembly. I lost track of how the gears interlocked and where the steel balls went. Having these small balls fall on the floor means looking for them doggy-style under the furniture.

Considerable time was wasted during reassembly in trying to figure things out. Hopefully this article will help you stay on the right path.

The chuckling CHUCK

18) The chuck's front had a Philips screw that I turned clockwise to loosen. The chuck refused to come off. Bad, bad chuck.

19) The three pins of the plastic unit (on the side facing me) were screwed into the chuck assembly and required action from inside. I took the machine to a drill repairsman who used a broad metal file's front edge to unscrew (anti-clockwise turn) the pins while holding the chuck firmly. Not death but male strength did them part.

20) Underneath the plastic unit, a large screw, a metal washer and a spring coil were seenThe spring coil was designed to move when selecting the torque by rotating the FIXA's dial from 1 through 15 on the chuck. Up to 5 Nm (Newton meters) of turning power was available with only single speed bi-directional operation. All the parts were cleaned and mildly greased.

21) Actually the spring coil had become unpredictable due to being unseated and the metal washer had moved out of place which caused the eighteen steel balls to fall out of their six holes into the cavity below.

Everybody, assemble HERE!

22) All eighteen steel balls were mildly greased, then dropped using a tweezer, one by one (three each) into the six holes. This was better than playing golf.

23) With the bottom coil and the metal washer in place, the steel balls stood their ground. The plastic unit containing the steel balls and the chuck were reassembled by carefully inserting a metal clip that held them locked in place. The operation was hand-checked by rotating the torque selection ring.

24) One wire (out of the two) behind the motor became unsoldered during re-assembly. This was re-soldered. Both the wires had heat-shrink tubing over them to protect the terminals from jerks and dust.


25) With a pounding heart, I closed the drill's body but it refused to spin when operated. This was fixed by carefully seating the assembly's front end into the body's notches to get 
the torque ring rotating freely.

After several years of dormant existence, the FIXA finally whirred into action. Agreed I spent time worth thousands of Rupees but looking at the happier side, I saved $50 plus $300 freight and learnt some new things in older age.

©Tahir Gul Hasan, 2025

Sunday, 15 December 2024

Pro Cycling Calendar 2025

uci cycling calendar 2021This covers the races we feel passionate about. The focus remains on the Giro d’Italia, Tour de France and Vuelta a España, but there is so much more happening in 2025.

Please click on the links underneath for more information.

January

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
21 – 26Tour Down UnderAustralia

February

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
5 – 9Tour of ValenciaSpain
17 – 23UAE TourUAE
19 – 23Ruta del SolSpain
26 – 2/3O Gran CamiñoSpain

March

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
1Omloop Het NieuwsbladBelgium
2Kuurne – Brussels – KuurneBelgium
8Strade Bianche DonneItaly
8Strade BiancheItaly
9 – 16Paris – NiceFrance
10 – 16Tirreno – AdriaticoItaly
22Milan – San Remo (w)Italy
22Milan – San Remo (m)Italy
24 – 30Volta a CatalunyaSpain
28E3 Saxo ClassicBelgium
30Gent-Wevelgem (w)Belgium
30Gent-Wevelgem (m)Belgium

April

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
2Dwars door VlaanderenBelgium
6Tour of Flanders (w)Belgium
6Tour of Flanders (m)Belgium
7 – 12Itzulia Basque CountrySpain
12Paris – Roubaix FemmesFrance
13Paris – RoubaixFrance
16Brabantse PijlBelgium
20Amstel Gold Race (w)Netherlands
20Amstel Gold Race (m)Netherlands
21 – 24Tour of the AlpsTirol
23Flèche Wallonne FemmesBelgium
23Flèche WallonneBelgium
27Bastogne – Liège FemmesBelgium
27Liège – Bastogne – LiègeBelgium

May

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
29 – 4/5Tour de RomandieSwitzerland
5 – 11Vuelta FemeninaSpain
9 – 1/6Giro d’ItaliaItalyRoute

June

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
8 – 15Critérium du DauphinéFrance
15 – 22Tour de SuisseSwitzerland
17CIC Mont VentouxFrance

July

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
6 – 13Giro WomenItaly
5 – 27Tour de FranceFranceRoute
26 – 3/8Tour de France FemmesFranceRoute

August

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
2Clásica de San SebastiánSpain
20 – 24Renewi TourBelgium/NL

September

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
23/8 – 12Vuelta a EspañaSpain
di 3 – zo 8Tour of BritainUK
12GP QuébecCanada
14GP MontréalCanada
21 – 28World ChampionshipsRwanda

October

DateRaceCountryRouteResults
11Tour of LombardyItaly

With special thanks to Cyclingstage.com for the above information.

Tahir Gul Hasan, 2024

Sunday, 24 November 2024

The Ordeal Of John Suitcase

“What an ordeal! File a complaint, do something—what’s your name Miss——?”

John implores while attempting to read the name tag of the young woman behind the desk at the Lost and Found Luggage office of the airport.

“I'm Miss Trolley Bag", replies the young woman, placing special emphasis on her marital status.

"John Suitcase is my name. I'm on four wheels and twice as useful as a human being on two legs", explains John.

“Relax and tell me everything from the very beginning”, continues Miss Trolley Bag while adjusting the delicate spectacles over her equally delicate nose. Like all good women, she wants to know everything in order to remember the whole lot.

John clears his pure calf-leather throat to state the facts:

“Having been on display for just a day at Dave’s luggage store, I was sold into slavery to a rich issueless female customer named Bootie. Since then, I’ve safely carried her belongings to more places worldwide than I’d care to count.

Bootie takes frequent trips alone since her husband remains busy trying to keep pace with her liberal shopping sprees. She always fills me with all the things she thinks she might need, just in case the world came to an abrupt end.

She loves pushing me beyond the manufacturer’s design limits. At the check-in counter, she always insists that FRAGILE tags be attached to my handle—as if that act alone were to alter my fate.

Look at me! I’ve become difficult to manoeuvre, despite the fact that I come factory-fitted with four wheels. Until yesterday, I could move in all directions some of the time, and in some directions all of the time, but today I’m a directionless lost suitcase.

I recall, the first time I was placed on a conveyor belt, I ceased to be John Suitcase and instead became a machine-readable numbered piece of luggage. I swivelled, fell sideways and moved as if budged by an unseen hand. Much bigger suitcases ahead blocked the view but I could tell we were all going somewhere very fast.

When the conveyor-belt made a descending turn into a tunnel—there being no proverbial light at its end—other suitcases shouted in a chorus, ‘Oh no! The x-ray machine!’

We were showered with piercing rays. I held my breath during that unwanted medical check-up.

‘It looks for suspicious articles’, shouted an experienced suitcase for all first-timers who screamed at having their innards x-rayed.

Isn’t it tragic Miss Trolley Bag that humans, in this age, are obsessed with scanning poor suitcases instead of their own souls?

I hated that forced immobility because lying flat on an over-filled stomach just wasn’t my style. A non-conformist at heart, I closed my eyes and threw myself off the conveyor-belt at the next convenient turn.

Freedom lasted full five seconds until a loading assistant threw me back to where I didn’t belong—the conveyor belt. Suitcases and cartons behind laughed at my failed escape.

Then suddenly the merry-go-round ended and deathly silence filled the air. The belt was motionless; experienced suitcases knew exactly what lay ahead. A senior suitcase with colourful stickers over its weather-beaten body sighed and reminisced in a sombre tone about how lenient security arrangements were during the pre-9/11 days.

Soon there appeared on the scene a ferocious Alsatian with a disproportionate amount of wolf-blood in him. A bored handler stood by.

‘No dog is going to sniff me! Even as a piece of luggage, I have certain rights’, announced an adamant suitcase.

Without wasting a moment, the foul-smelling animal went about checking us for suspicious odour, ignoring some while sniffing others very deeply. Everyone agreed the beast could use a breath-freshener.

Soon afterwards, a brother suitcase was singled-out as suspicious and prevented from moving on. We observed a moment of silence in its honour. 

An old suitcase clarified, ‘The piece in question contains contraband white powdery stuff that makes human heads spin like a yoyo.’”

Cupping her chin, Miss Trolley Bag leans forward to listen to John with greater attention. Only in children's storybooks had she read about items that could talk.

“One by one we were stacked inside aluminium pallets. The large cargo holds of the airplane accommodated dozens of such metal coffins that separated brother from brother—suitcase from suitcase in our case.

We had hardly adjusted to the new climate when someone switched off the lights. A large motherly suitcase admonished its baby suitcase, ‘It’s time for bed. If you don’t close your eye-latches, the cargo-man will take you away.’

Then somebody outside shouted, ‘Loading completed!’ I knew our collective fate was sealed. There was no escape.

The airplane began to taxi. I felt claustrophobic. Four brother suitcases, heavy as myself, rested over me. I—not exactly light as a feather—sat over three others. Together we made an uncomfortable heap.

The airplane soon stabilised at cruise altitude. The air was thin and very cold up there, and some of the weak-hearted amongst us fainted. Either the men flying the airplane appeared to have no control over ambient temperature, or the airplane manufacturer had forgotten to provide conditioned air to the cargo-holds.

Some attempted to chatter inside the dark space but every word they uttered instantaneously turned into ice-cubes. Sentences became cold and cutting monosyllables.

A Louis Vuitton suitcase ordered a Lojel to provide more breathing space, 'Move! You smell of garlic. Were you manufactured using slave Chinese labour?'

An Indian trolley-bag with a pot belly poked fun at a tattered Pakistani suitcase, 'Why, you must be headed for heaven to receive seventy-two handbags as a divine reward?'

'Who told you that? Your seventy-two stone idols?' came the counter-question.

An aloof diplomatic mailbag, whose stars and stripes looked more like scars and gripe, intervened to prevent an all-out Pak-India mid-air nuclear suitcase war.

By sharp contrast, our respective owners sat comfortably in the belly of the Jumbo jet enjoying aerial hospitality and fine cuisine. We became resentful overhearing parts of the muffled gossip they indulged in. Audible too were the footsteps of stewardesses who moved about endlessly, pouring this, serving that. Some from the ignorant travellers just wouldn’t stop pestering them for beverages, convinced the ladies came free with the tickets.

The stay inside the freezing cargo hold lasted full four hours. After the engines were shut down at the parking gate, someone switched on the lights. The off-loading personnel appeared quickly, hollering instructions in fluent Arabic.

We were in Baghdad. This triggered a heated political debate that raged unabated until men dragged us out of the airplane. All the American Tourister suitcases purchased on credit bullied others bought with hard cash.

Soon it was time to part ways. Cartons and suitcases forgot their differences, and hugged one another launching emotionally charged good-byes.

The styling of Baghdad airport’s interior was minimalist—another way to say that nothing remained of a country run over by forceful democracy.

The force used in handling me was excessive even by eastern standards. Yet one more time, an Alsatian, more ferocious than the previous one, sniffed and then licked me. As a going away present, it lifted one hind leg to discharge bodily fluid that permanently discoloured my skin. I passed the litmus test, absorbed the liquid insult, and moved on to the baggage-claim area.

Suitcases came and went away happily with their owners. Alone I went round and round over the conveyor-belt, hoping to tell her everything. When the belt stopped moving, a man reported to another man that I was lost or not where I was supposed to be.

For the first time since I left the factory that produced me, I became afraid. A bottle of shampoo inside my belly leaked to flow over the neat granite floor. People stared with disapproval."

By now Miss Jane Trolley Bag is beginning to fully appreciate John Suitcase’s eloquence. She has handled many lost ones but never a suitcase that is built well and has a breakable heart.owner.moved us from t John has all the ingredients of a perfect husband.

It is lunchtime. She starts to chew her pen for starters and decides that John must be placed far from the madding crowd of other hopelessly lost suitcases.

Diligently she completes the necessary paperwork, attaches around the handle a destination-tag and scribbles special-handling instructions for John.

“Good-bye dear John, perhaps we’ll meet again—in another life”, she whispers in an emotionally choked voice. John balances himself on two rear wheels, plants a peck on her wet cheeks and rolls into the sunset.

For John, it is business as usual: licked by dogs, kicked by uncaring humans, he is probed by the x-rays yet one more time.

Far away, Bootie is agonised by John’s long absence. When she hears from the airlines’ office that they have found her missing piece, she shouts, “Hallelujah!”

At the Lost and Found Luggage office, John rejoices at the reunion when his eyes meet with Bootie’s. Despite the long journey and the poor shape he is in, he rolls forward furiously.

“Bootie! Bootie! I’m back from Baghdad and in one piece!” he shouts excitedly.

Unable to break John's speed, she gets hit squarely between the knees and cries out in pain, “You piece of sh—”.

As she lies flat on her back over the granite floor, tiny stars orbit overhead and John completes the sentence, “Piece of suitcase, thank you ma’am!”

©Tahir Gul Hasan, 2024

NOTE:
The original article appeared in PIA's HUMSAFAR magazine.