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Index of /designs/m1/Michigan-Linear-Book-Scanner/CAD/Linear Book Scanner/Renderings

	Name	Last modified	Size	Description

	Parent Directory		-
	Electronics Slide.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	843K
	Fastener Example.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	753K
	Frame.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	848K
	Infeed Back SA.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	755K
	Infeed Front SA.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	806K
	MA exploaded.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	833K
	Main Assembly.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	798K
	Main Assembly Inners.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	815K
	Main Assembly Top.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	776K
	Motor Mount.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	745K
	Offset Pully Block.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	744K
	Outfeed Back SA.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	734K
	Outfeed Front SA.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	779K
	Pully Block.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	733K
	Saddle.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	863K
	Thumbs.db	2013-12-19 20:38	79K
	Vacuum Tube 1.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	751K
	Vacuum Tube 2.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	757K
	outfeed.PNG	2013-12-19 20:38	49K
	vac tube 1.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	763K
	vac tube 2.JPG	2013-12-19 20:38	764K

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