The Evil Bad Fridge begins its exit

Today we have begun our revenge on the Evil Bad Fridge (henceforth known as EBF) that attempted to kill us on Wednesday. This afternoon, after double-checking on the location of the nearest transfer station that would take it and that they would, indeed, accept EBF, Mr. Kat began partial disassembly of the Evil One so it would fit out the hatches. First the beauty panel on the inboard side had to be removed and then the doors, front flange and frame, and all screws holding it to the base.

Evil Bad Fridge

The Evil Bad Fridge partially disassembled.


Once the doors were off, it’s obvious that this fridge is really just a foam box of insulation with compressors at the back. Further disassembly proved to be destructive, even though labels on the back give evidence the fridge was supposed to be rebuildable. This one is clearly not meeting that standard any longer since it had been screwed and glued in place as well as having, sort of… well… grown into the location.

In spite of Mr. Kat’s best efforts, EBF did not want to come off its 6″ perch and had to be pulled and twisted and yanked to break it free. Once EBF was loose (for certain values of the term) we measured and discovered that it would only fit out the hatch if the hatch doors are removed completely. If only there weren’t any compressors on the beast, it would fit out the hatch just fine….

Mr. Kat realized that the compressors must be removable for service and began removing them. Thus did we discover EBF’s mold garden, growing in the seams of the insulation at the back (no wonder it was so hard to clean.)

EBF's mold garden

Evil Bad Fridge's Manic Mold Garden


We also realize (see dark spot in photo just above caption) that the EBF’s DC system had caught on fire at some point. Needless to say we now understood why the fridge didn’t seem to run in DC mode.

Further investigation uncovers a pile of Snoopy note paper that has been slowly singeing on the heat sink chimney for years. After some more wiggling and pulling, Mr, Kat is able to pull the entire dual-cooling system away from the back of the fridge as a single, massive piece of pipes and pumps. We also discover the stupid fridge doesn’t actually have a compresser, per se, but a pair of cooling plates hooked to one electric and one propane heat sink. We settled the fridge back into place to await the arrival of our incredibly willing friend Robin tomorrow for the final cortege to the truck and onward to the dump.

Although we cannot spot the hole in the ammonia system as the fridge leans against the wall, we can easily see why it took a full day for it to vent: it’s huge.

EBF's Ammonia Cooler

Evil Bad Fridge's ammonia cooler


The cooler is nearly the full width of the fridge, about 20″ tall and covered in rust spots. Funky bits of tubing stick off it. It’s very unattractive.

But at the moment, Mr. Kat is the victor over Evil Bad Fridge and it stands in its miserable exposed state, hogging up most of the galley forward bulkhead, and cowering in fear (I hope.)

Tomorrow we shall see if we can claim total victory.

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About Kat Richardson

Writer, editor, eccentric pain in the tail, bestselling author of the Greywalker novels.
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4 Responses to The Evil Bad Fridge begins its exit

  1. Synde says:

    Destroy EBF.. amazing it worked at all!!!

  2. Yeah. Amazing it didn’t burst into flame as it went down. Gah!

  3. Andrew says:

    Take that, EBF!

  4. Cyndy Otty says:

    Looks like it was a disaster waiting to happen even without the ammonia. Good riddance I say!

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