Ive got the opportunity to pick up for nearly nothing or trade..a box which I believe is a micro-tig unit. The owner called me and asked me if I wanted it and gave me the info on the front panel
Union Carbide Linde Plasma Needle Arc Welder
I saw the unit a couple weeks ago for a few seconds, and it indeed does have a tig torch tip with tungstun needle and coolant lines and all that stuff. Its about the size of a bread box or a large old style Kenwood stereo, typical Linde yellow face, lots of dials and knobs and whatnot. I believe its 110v. There is an multipin jack for a "remote" but there is no peddle.
I was a bit put off because there are two gas input lines in the back. One for argon, and one in and out for a gas I dont remember..CO2? Must be the coolant line that goes out to the torch?
it is NOT this one:
Is this something I want to futz with? Is it suitible for doing small gun parts and such? The last Tig I used was a Miller 2500..and this is a much different kettle of fish.
Ill be looking at it again sometime later this week. Any information as to what this critter is good for, would be appreciated.
Gunner
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