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使用“蛋糕盤自動噴塗機”噴槍應注意哪些事項？

返回列表 作者：鵬鲲自动喷涂机编辑： 199-0769-9609/400-088/0769 来源： / 发布日期： 2019.09.04

在操作蛋糕盤自動噴塗機過程中，有時候會由于噴槍的操作或設置不當，使産品塗層出現一些缺陷。而引起這些缺陷産生的原因則主要是由于噴槍出現傾斜、移動速度不合適、過量噴塗等。那麽該如何避免這些缺陷的出現呢？

要点一：在使用操作蛋糕盤自動噴塗機时，要控制好喷枪与被喷涂产品表面的角度。并且喷枪的距离及角度必须与产品对峙不重合，并按照产品涂层的喷涂结果及时调整喷枪的移动速度及喷幅的宽度；

要点二：控制好蛋糕盤自動噴塗機喷枪的喷涂气压，注意喷枪的气压是否合适稳定。如果气压不合适或不稳定则会使工件涂层颜色出现差异、橘皮缺陷和垂流等不良结果。并且要控制好漆雾的宽度、移动速度、喷涂工艺及路径；

要点三：蛋糕盤自動噴塗機的喷枪口径及型号必须和所使用的涂料时相匹配的，如果面漆和底漆对涂装有什么特使的要求则需要选用特殊的喷枪型号。而在对工件进行喷涂前，可以先用纸张进行试喷以便把喷枪的气压、喷涂路径及喷幅宽度调整好。

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