John Maroney-Machinist to the Stars

                                                              By  Ariane Comstock

   "For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;

    For want of a shoe, the horse was lost;

    For want of a horse, the rider was lost...

    For want of a rider, the battle was lost."

   This Quotation epitomizes the importance of Maroney Ultra Precision Machining; this company, owned and operated by a prominent Westlake Village family, makes the small but essential parts that can spell success of failure for multi-million dollar missions. In some cases, this can be a life or death proposition.

        For example, Maroney contributed vital hardware to the LEM decent engine that was such a riveting factor in captivating the world's imagination during the Apollo 13 mission. This type of adventure continues: Maroney will be making a major contribution to the Pathfinder Project scheduled to land on Mars next year.

       And yet- lest we get too serious- Maroney also manufactures the working parts for those expressive hands and wagging heads at the popular Disneyland attraction, Pirates of the Caribbean.

      "Machinist to the Stars," indeed!

      Founder John Maroney has steered his company through seas that would boggle the mind of a lesser man. A high school drop-out, John borrowed $100 to start a lathe shop when his talent as a machinist was discovered. This was in 1955 when space exploration was a dream just beginning to come true. His special gifts, his personality, his dedication  built a company which one national publication was called "a better mouse-trap", an operation which attracts clients from all over the world who seek the "perfect part."

      "What   in the world is a perfect part ?" you may ask, envisioning assembly lines turning out hundreds of parts for your Porsche (or whatever machine has broken down most recently "chez vous" as we say in Detroit)

        Well, there is a world of difference between mass production and the specialized arena of the machinist. What, exactly, constitutes a machinist?

       "Compare it to Paverotti," says a client. "The true artist sees notes on paper and transforms them into great music. So a great machinist can take an engineer's two-dimensional drawings and visualize then in 3-D. He discovers the method. An engineer may have invented the wheel; a machinist made it round."

      Just as Michelangelo took up his chisel, so John Maroney turns to his computer, takes a solid block of metal and carves it into exactly the intricate shape that will perform its desired function to perfection.

     Perfection is demanded, whether it be a life-saving set of valves that eject a fighter pilot from his F-16 or the Panavision camera that focuses soundlessly when an intrusive noise could ruin a movie take and cost millions of dollars (plus a costlier Kevin Costner tantrum)

       The Maroney plant in Northridge is filled with gleaming machines-many of them Swiss-that are designed to create parts requiring an accuracy of--imagine it--1/50th to 1/100th the diameter of a human hair. The designs are cut by an electrical method called EDM (Electrical Discharge Machining) that turns out small, unexpectedly lovely sculptures rather like Paloma Picasso jewels, in metals with exotic names like beryllium copper, titanium, tungsten, waspalloy or nickel incomel. And, yes, dahling, they do sometimes cut with diamonds.

      For all of his achievement, John Maroney is a modest man. When you ask him what in his life makes him the proudest, he replies, "My family."

      He has, in fact, a family which justifies pride--and which is a major part of the Maroney Precision Machining. His wife Francine--a soignee brunette who looks younger than her sons--has been involved in the office from the beginning. A painter of note, she is the owner of the popular Westlake boutique "Francine Etc." which stocks the individual fashions for which she is known.

     Second son Michael has just graduated from law school; his wife Kimberly is an interior designer. They have a two year old son, Miles.

      However a major participant and the "voice" of the Maroney Company is their eldest son, John Cameron. Vice President and general manager, he is as articulate and outgoing as his father is reticent. His obvious affection and admiration for "Big John", as he likes to call him, is heartwarming in this era of alienated children.

      "He's a neat guy to be around." says "Little John" (he appears to enjoy this nick-name--perhaps because he shares the athleticism, the broad shoulders and the "dare-to-hit-me" jaw of Robin Hood's legendary pal). "Dad talks about retiring, but when he goes, the fun, the inspiration and the genius of his business will be gone."

   The bonds between father and son were forged through a childhood spent with motorcycles and race cars. "Big John" was a four time winner of the national Moto-Cross championship for the International Team at the age of 17. "Little John" became a professional competitor in that heart-stopping sport in Europe. Today, although occupied fulltime in the business, he works out in a gym every morning, and enjoys karate--a sport in which his wife Donna and her son Jimmy hold black belts. Together, they have a son Johnny.

    And all the Maroney men ride Harleys. In fact, if you try to track down John, Sr., you're apt to find him in the "junk shop". Located behind the main building and in direct contrast to his sterile, surgical ambiance and its immaculate precision machines, this is a warehouse jammed full of antique cars in various stages of undress, plus an electric mix of miscellaneous furniture, Indian artifacts and- well, junk.

    It is here that John Maroney indulges his life's passion for machines, with old cars as glamorous and graceful as the '58 Porsche Speedster (his true love--he has three, more or  less) and as clumsy as a Hudson. Here he enjoys what may be the ultimate privilege and pleasure of a brilliant machinist; if he needs a part that is obsolete, John Maroney can run into the shop and make it.

   And at his feet, in this refuge, are the successors to his "first employees"-two beloved Golden Retrievers-appropriately, a father and son. "Back in 1955," says John Maroney, "My first employee was my Doberman, "Reject." I can't work without these guys. "The dogs follow him everywhere, and they symbolize the family values that make Maroney unique. This is one company that has excelled in high-tech milieu without losing its human qualities.

     

                                                                    Back