Fanuc 224 — Alarm

So was he.

"That's it," Dave muttered.

Dave knelt and put his palm on the Z-axis ballscrew cover. It was warm. Too warm. A healthy axis runs hot, but this felt like a car engine left running in a closed garage. He grabbed a thermal gun from his toolbox. The bearing housing at the bottom of the screw read 178°F—forty degrees above normal. fanuc 224 alarm

He worked through the night. By 2 AM, with grease-stained fingers and a back that screamed, he had the bearing cleaned and repacked. By 4 AM, the lube system ran clear again. At 5:47 AM, he reset the breaker and powered up. So was he

The machine had been singing its high-frequency metal hymn just seconds ago, carving a turbine housing out of a block of Inconel. Now it sat frozen, a silent mechanical beast mid-bite. The spindle was locked in place, the coolant dripped in slow, sad plops, and the air in the small machine shop thickened with the smell of hot oil and dread. It was warm

He pressed . The machine was ready.

First, he checked the tool. The carbide end mill was still sharp. Not that.