Steve,
The funny thing is that machine had a finicky foot controller and it scared the begeebers out of me until recently. Once I figured out how to fix it, it's a nice running machine. My mom had learned to compensate for the controller without even knowing it.
The Kenmore in the cabinet I mentioned is languishing away in a storage shed on my aunts property in Yava, AZ. I soooo want to get it too, but the only way for me to do this is go get it. Alas, I'm 1800 miles from it.
Darn.
Joe