Okay, this squeaking has been driving me bonko. It’s so loud it competes with my wokrout music. We’re talking seismic loudosity, here. So today the repair guy shows up. Nice guy, knows his stuff because all he does, all day every day, is go around assembling, fixing, and disassembling ellipticals and treadmills. I pick his brain while he works.

Which brands are trouble, I ask. Which are trouble-free? Does he own an elliptical, and if so which one? And so on. Continue reading

The squeak is really starting to bug me. Time for a bit of exploratory surgery. I remove the cowling that covers the highest pivot point on the moving handles, then work The Machine. Still squeaking.

I kneel on the floor, working The Machine’s action with my hands this time. No squeak. Suspicious, I have a friend hop on and start cranking. Aha! The squeak is still there; it just needs someone to step on it before it squeals. Continue reading