CONTEST Fuzz Face Fridays

CONTEST
Flying said:
Damn it, I just don’t think your in the game unless you do it turret board style, please someone raise the bar and post a point to point version.
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you missed comment #16....(sorry, my linkage is broken) :ROFLMAO:
 
Harry Klippton said:
Always
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Welp...when fishing...you don't wait for more bites before yanking on the line...so away we go...


My wife and I owned a '71 Ford Maverick when we got hitched (dad pun already...better buckle up for this ride)...[groan ensue]..

Fast-forward a couple of years..still driving White Lightning....but now with a "carseat" for Jr. The company I worked for at the time was having a picnic, so we piled in the Ford and away we went.

I feel a need to provide a tad more depth to the main character. It had a 283 inline 6 cylinder...and those little rubber cup-seals around the valve-stems would harden, crack, and leak oil into the cylinder. Somehow, Somebody damaged the throttle linkage while performing the ritualistic removal of valve cover and various "in-the-way" bits. It can be a real pain to change when you have no money, few and often incorrect tools, no shop....just the gravel parking lot of the apt we lived in. Still, we were grateful to have a mode of transport that exceeded 2-3mph.

Okay, by now we've been to the pig-pickin'-picnic and head out for home. Were driving along a 2-lane around 45mph when suddenly, my foot and the accelerator pedal go flat to the floor. Of course I have this adrenelin rush because in that split second your mind tells you that you should now be at warp one, but you're slowing down..motor idling, it's trippy (gotcha). I coast to the shoulder, pop the hood (using a screwdriver...somehow the latch ended up broken)...look around...hmm, a broken accelerator cable, crap!

THE BOOT...or trunk of junk. Standing, staring at the contents.....aha! a wire clothes hanger, perfect! My wife did not share my excitement, but all I needed was five minutes and we were on our way! I rigged the clothes hanger to the carburetor linkage towards the driver-side of the engine compartment. Then I pulled the longer portion of the broken cable through the firewall and disconnected it from the pedal. I attached the loop end of the cable (from the pedal side) to a loop I made on the clothes hanger and ran it out of the engine compartment into the driver's vent window (a small triangular swivel-type). I started the engine and gave it a couple of "test tugs" in PARK. Vroom, Vroom...I winked at my son, who giggled, still tucked in his carseat. My wife gave me the raised eyebrow. "It's fine, I assure her", and we were off!

INTERMISSION
 
I've heard people say, it's not about the destination...it's about the journey. On this particular Saturday, it was both.

It turned out to have more of a learning curve than I anticipated; we fishtailed in the grass of the shoulder onto the road where I managed to "get ahold of them thar reigns". I didn't bother to look at my wife, because the glare coming from that side of the car was nearly enough for me to use the sun visor...except it had somehow fallen off. A heavy sigh confirmed she was at least still breathing and had not spontaneously combusted. Pulling from a dead-stop was the issue, so we prayed that none of the traffic lights would....shit! Three in a row, really?!? I'm not getting any better with practice either. Each stop means another lunge like we're trying desperately to "pop a wheelie" (one of my beloved phrases), and of course, we end up at an intersection in the left turn lane, with a patrol car beside us. Our light would turn green first, while the patrol car's would remain red. I glanced over past my wife, who was staring straight ahead. The officer was eyeing the cable, coming out of my hood, running across the fender to the vent and into my hand. GREEN! With sweaty palms I give it a pull and...no lunge....I guess I do well under pressure, or the u-verse did me a solid.

We made it back, and I began my search for a replacement cable, but that's another story.

Thanks for giving me something that can't be bought or replaced...your time. :love:
 
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Fuzz Face with options.
 
fig said:
I've heard people say, it's not about the destination...it's about the journey. On this particular Saturday, it was both.

It turned out to have more of a learning curve than I anticipated; we fishtailed in the grass of the shoulder onto the road where I managed to "get ahold of them thar reigns". I didn't bother to look at my wife, because the glare coming from that side of the car was nearly enough for me to use the sun visor...except it had somehow fallen off. A heavy sigh confirmed she was at least still breathing and had not spontaneously combusted. Pulling from a dead-stop was the issue, so we prayed that none of the traffic lights would....shit! Three in a row, really?!? I'm not getting any better with practice either. Each stop means another lunge like we're trying desperately to "pop a wheelie" (one of my beloved phrases), and of course, we end up at an intersection in the left turn lane, with a patrol car beside us. Our light would turn green first, while the patrol car's would remain red. I glanced over past my wife, who was staring straight ahead. The officer was eyeing the cable, coming out of my hood, running across the fender to the vent and into my hand. GREEN! With sweaty palms I give it a pull and...no lunge....I guess I do well under pressure, or the u-verse did me a solid.

We made it back, and I began my search for a replacement cable, but that's another story.

Thanks for giving me something that can't be bought or replaced...your time. :love:
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I would have paid good money to see this story unfold. 🤣.
 
fig said:
I've heard people say, it's not about the destination...it's about the journey. On this particular Saturday, it was both.

It turned out to have more of a learning curve than I anticipated; we fishtailed in the grass of the shoulder onto the road where I managed to "get ahold of them thar reigns". I didn't bother to look at my wife, because the glare coming from that side of the car was nearly enough for me to use the sun visor...except it had somehow fallen off. A heavy sigh confirmed she was at least still breathing and had not spontaneously combusted. Pulling from a dead-stop was the issue, so we prayed that none of the traffic lights would....shit! Three in a row, really?!? I'm not getting any better with practice either. Each stop means another lunge like we're trying desperately to "pop a wheelie" (one of my beloved phrases), and of course, we end up at an intersection in the left turn lane, with a patrol car beside us. Our light would turn green first, while the patrol car's would remain red. I glanced over past my wife, who was staring straight ahead. The officer was eyeing the cable, coming out of my hood, running across the fender to the vent and into my hand. GREEN! With sweaty palms I give it a pull and...no lunge....I guess I do well under pressure, or the u-verse did me a solid.

We made it back, and I began my search for a replacement cable, but that's another story.

Thanks for giving me something that can't be bought or replaced...your time. :love:
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Please tell me there's more?
 
Flying said:
Damn it, I just don’t think you're in the game unless you do it turret board style, please someone raise the bar and post a point to point version.

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Typical, I post this then see post https://forum.pedalpcb.com/threads/fuzz-face-fridays.14318/#post-164624
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It was fun figuring it out. I bought a lot of these Ge PNPs from a chap in Ukraine and so far almost all of them test right in the sweet zone for FF goodness. Only trick is the pinout - E-C-B, which isn't a big deal but does require a base level of mindfulness that I don't always maintain. I don't know how I got so lucky with the transistors, but there you go. I found some 18u caps that almost all measure 20u. I made a few tweaks with the other resistor and cap values after breadboarding for far longer than I should have. My wife, "How many changes can you possibly make to so few parts?" Me, "have you met me?"

Next step is doing a proper layout of the components, then a soldering jig ... calm hands and robust heat sinks are a BIG help. I'd like to make a small batch of these with proper enclosures. This was just a reused Klone enclosure.
 
SillyOctpuss said:
I don't have an entry as I've not technically built a fuzz face yet. I've populated and tested two pcbs but have yet to box them up in enclosures. Is it feasible to put a silicon and germanium Fuzzface in the same 1590bb with a switch to pick between them?

I know I can do it just fine with two ODs or boosts but are Fuzzface circuits picky about this kind of thing? I thought I'd ask before I go ahead and do it.

It's a Sandspur and sunflower.
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So has anyone done this and know if it's a bad idea or not? I have a spare 1590bb I can reuse but just don't know if two fuzz faces on a box will play nicely together. I won't be using them both at the same time though.
 
This is probably the best fuzz pedal I've ever made, a Jack Deville (Mr. Black) Vintage 2-Knob Fuzz, which is a slightly tweaked FF, or a slightly tweaked Tonebender mk1.5, made with a couple MP38As. It does an excellent heavy fuzz, but is very well-balanced, not sludgy and gets a sweet "chirp" pick attack even all the way up. But the thing I really like is how much range there is rolling off the guitar volume. It will go all the way from fuzz to overdrive to totally clean and everything in between with a pretty wide and gradual sweep, plus it doesn't lose any treble sparkle when turning down the guitar volume. My Telecaster's best friend and perfect for dirtying up an old blackface Fender. Storyboardist layout on perf from back when I started using zip ties!
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