The Troubleshooter’s logbook
Every story here actually happened. No fiction. No embellishment. Just life as an industrial troubleshooter who somehow kept ending up where history—and human nature—were unfolding.
The archive
A routine delivery of ten one-way bearings. One five-minute handoff. One spontaneous U-turn before Berlin—and a bright red 1975 Corvette that made the whole thing look like espionage.
“Take the note out of your left rear trouser pocket.”
Read Story No. 1 →
A handmade air-conditioned room was built inside a sweltering print shop to protect Planeta’s Varicontrol console. The workers discovered it before the electronics arrived.
Read Story No. 2 →
A proven IFM retrofit suddenly behaved like an intermittent fault. The encoder was counting perfectly—it just did not know which half of a 720-degree impression-cylinder cycle it was looking at.
The answer showed up at three in the morning on a Gasthaus napkin.
Read Story No. 3 →
A brand-new Planeta Varimat was waiting to be commissioned when the troubleshooter’s own machine quit beside the customer’s entrance: a red Corvette with fuel, cranking, and absolutely no spark.
A dead Corvette. A new Planeta. And the wrong parking spot.
Read Story No. 4 →The logbook is growing. Finished stories are added here in sequence; incomplete cases stay in the workshop until the facts are ready.