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保溫杯自動噴漆生産線設備出現故障如何解決

保溫杯自動噴漆生産線設備取代人工是未來的發展趨勢,但只要是喷漆机都会有发生故障的时候，下面我们就来看一下保溫杯自動噴漆生産線設備出现故障的时候我们应当如何解决。

1、保溫杯自動噴漆生産線設備启动之后无反应:檢查噴漆機設備的所有電源和氣源,這是最易導致噴漆機發生故障的原因,比如供電系統發生故障或插頭接觸不良等。檢查設備的電源情況和整個車間的電源5源情況；

2、保溫杯自動噴漆生産線設備出现传感器与工件无感应的情况:檢查噴漆機的傳感器位置是否出現偏移,有時可能會因爲維護人員的疏忽導致傳感器沒有到位出現故障的情況,所以也要提醒維護人員要經常檢查傳感器的位置和靈敏度，如出現問題也好提前解決；

3、保溫杯自動噴漆生産線設備出现涂料雾化不良的情况:檢查出漆量是否過大，塗料粘度是否過高，可以調整出漆量和塗料粘度,如果问题没有得到根本性的改善，可以更换喷槍试一下。再不行就得请专业的维修人员解决了。

4、保溫杯自動噴漆生産線設備出现喷涂不均匀的情况:檢查油漆的剩余量是否不足,檢查噴漆機噴嘴是否有汙物。可以加油漆，清理噴槍的噴嘴。

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