Of course the title of this post could imply either
success, or unconditional surrender.
At this moment it could go either way!
At this moment it could go either way!
The final stage of this project should have, but didn't quite get started one morning as we were getting ready to make a run into town. Which
town depends on several things, what supplies we need to buy, where we want to
eat out, and whether we need to hit the post office. (Because the post office
refuses to deliver to our address we have to use a PO Box.)
I checked the tracking number that Circle G
Tractor had given me for the parts I ordered and discovered that they had been
delivered to the post office at 0732 that morning, so now we knew which
direction we were going. (That particular town is 15 miles to the
southeast.)
It was after 10 by the time we hit
the post office but the parts were not in our box, (They guarantee your day’s
mail will be in the box by 0900. No, seriously, it says so right there on that
poster hung on the wall!) nor was there a yellow pickup slip waiting for me, only a couple of catalogs and other scrap crap. I went to the counter
anyway, pulling up their own web-site site on my phone showing my package had been
delivered as I waited in line so they couldn't feed me any lies when I finally got to the head of the line.
Remember a couple posts ago I
mentioned that though storms may not stop them, our particular post office is
highly allergic to anything that smells like customer service? Well the excuse
today was that they were too busy to deal with packages. I pointed out that it
wasn’t a package but rather a Priority Mail envelope that I had paid
extra for so as to ensure timely delivery (OK, so it was the least expensive option offered by Circle G Tractor but what the hell, I paid for it!) and it was probably sitting right
there in a bin just on the other side of the wall and I’d wait while they went
and got it. Well the thought of doing something so sensible and customer friendly
had about the same effect as turning on the lights in a roach infested kitchen.
They scurried frantically for the dark corners and I walked out without my parts.
It was several days later before The
Wife made a special trip to go collect my rightful parts held hostage so un-rightfully, driving the shipping costs up by 1 gallon worth of fuel.
But anyway, I now had my parts. They came with no
instructions, drawing, nothing like that, but they were in a nice, neat, professional looking little sealed bag so I did, presumably, have
everything needed to rebuild my cylinder except for the knowledge.
So the next morning I bravely
collected all the bits and pieces I thought I was going to need to finish this
project off and laid them out neatly on a fresh chunk of clean craft-paper.
Then I opened up my hard-won little
package and laid all the bits out next to where I thought they should go. Fortunately
I had resisted the temptation to get over-exuberant a few days ago when disassembling the cylinder and all the components still had their bits and pieces in place so I could make careful
visual checks on where everything went.
Having had one other experience with
seals before, on one of the 4-wheel drive tractor’s front wheel drive-steer units, I already knew
that getting the old seals out and the new ones in was not going to be a walk
in the park, so I chose to start with the most difficult component first, the
gland.
Now some would argue that I should
start with something easy in order to get a little experience. But I would argue
that if I’m going to fail it will probably be on the hardest part and then I
would just be wasting the effort I put into the easy parts if I did them first.
Anyway, after checking things out
one last time to make sure I knew where and, which way, each of the two new
gland-seals went
I used a fresh #11 blade to
carefully cut through the old seals and remove them.
Then I cleaned up the inside bore of
the gland, including the seal-seats, while the two new seals simmered in a pot
on a camp stove (Which is actually The Van’s main stove.)
Just before I pulled the first seal
out of the pot, presumably soft and pliable now, (More like less hard and not
quite so stiff) I wiped the inside of the gland’s bore and seats with fresh
hydraulic oil.
Then using a combination of slightly
burned fingers and carefully sanded and cleaned wooden push-sticks, I worked
the seals into place.
Now taken at face value that sentence
makes it sound pretty straightforward. Well it wasn’t. . . I think that first
seal, the one furthest away in the photo, went back into the simmering water
three or four times before I finally figured out the right combination of finger and
stick moves to get it to pop into its seat, which has to be done without
damaging the seal or letting it flip around the wrong way.
As far as the gland goes, the hard
part was done!! All I had to do now was
toss the outer O-ring and its hard-plastic backer into the pot for a few
minutes while I checked a previously taken photo to verify which order they went on,
wipe the area down with more hydraulic
oil, then slip them into place like fitting a too-small condom onto a - well - you know. . .
In case any readers are starting to
get the impression I know what I’m doing, when I took this photo I deliberately
turned one of the gland’s ‘flats’ towards the camera so the consequences of my
less-than-competent use of a grossly-wrong-for-the-job pipe-wrench to remove
the gland from the cylinder would be evident.
I’m sure to real mechanics this is blasphemy,
or at least just plain wrong, but being a fake mechanic it seems pretty normal
to me. . .
With the gland finished and set
aside it was time to tackle the piston.
Actually the piston’s original seals, shown here, don’t look bad at all and there was some temptation to just leave them alone,
but since I’d already come this far. . .
Again, the old seals were cut
through with a #11 blade, being careful not to mar the piston itself. Once the
old seals were off I cleaned up the piston and seal-seats, wiped everything down with
hydraulic oil,
and worked the well simmered new
seals into place, being doubly careful to make sure they were oriented the
right way (If you look close you can see that each one has one edge that
protrudes more than the other. This edge is supposed to face the nearest piston
face so hydraulic pressure forces it deeper into its seat while pushing the
protruding lip tight against the bore of the cylinder.)
Again, it took me several tries to
figure out the secret of getting these way-too-small seals over the way-to-big
piston and into the seat without damage. It took many trips back into the
simmering pot and I definitely could have used three burned thumbs instead of just the two I had available, but eventually I managed.
By contrast the O-ring that seals
between the piston and the shaft is hardly worth mentioning, except to say that
after sliding the gland onto the cleaned and oiled shaft, making sure it faced
the right way, and just as I was getting ready to slide the piston back on the
shaft I figured out it would be less wear and tear getting that new O-ring over
the threads on the end of the shaft if I slipped it on first by itself then put
the piston on.
Now it was time for another of those
infamous trips down to the tractor-barn where I temporarily pinned the end of
the shaft in place to hold it while I tighten the new nyloc-nut down to keep
the piston in place on the shaft. (Just imagine the disaster if that were to come loose!! On second though, I'd rather not. . .)
It’s pretty dirty down there in the
tractor-barn so I was careful to keep the rebuilt assembly clean and as soon as
the nut was tight I brought the shaft assembly back up to the clean(er) main
barn.
Where I swabbed the cylinder bore
down with hydraulic oil using my rag-zip-tied-on-a-stick trick, then, after one final
wipe-down of the shaft assembly, slid it into the bore, careful to
ease the piston seals and gland O-ring over the bore’s threads without damaging
them, the seals I mean, the threads are pretty tough.
I tightened the gland as far as I
could by hand then it was back down to the tractor-barn with the assembled
cylinder, and yes, my big honking pipe-wrench, where I once again pinned the
cylinder in place temporarily so I could seat the gland into place.
Now I was ready to pin the cylinder
back where it belonged for good, so I greased up the pins and slots before
bolting them in place then, for good luck, and perhaps to delay the inevitable,I hit the zerk-fitings with a couple of shots from
the grease gun.
All that was left to do now was to
screw the hydraulic hoses back on and test it.
I have to admit that it crossed my
mind to just walk away once I tightened the hoses in place. I mean things had been going so well up to
this point, why risk screwing up an otherwise great day by actually testing my
work??
Even though there was a certain seductive
logic to that thought, I climbed up and started the tractor anyway. Then, leaning way over to the other side so
the bulk of the engine was between me and the cylinder, you know, just in case
I had done something spectacularly wrong, I very slowly eased the loader bucket
off the ground.
It came up a couple inches without
doing anything funny or making any weird noises, so I eased it up a little more.
Eventually I was at full extension and no longer trying to keep the engine between
me and the cylinder.
In fact I lowered the bucket and
raised it again several times, starting very slowly then getting faster as
nothing disastrous seemed to be happening and my confidence started to recover.
In the photo above I’ve left the
bucket at full extension for several minutes
while I carefully checked for
hydraulic oil where it didn’t belong.
Nope, everything was staying dry!
But the truth is, in this
configuration the high pressure is on the far side of the piston and not
against the back of the gland, which is where the original leak was in the
first place.
So I lowered the bucket to the
ground, then, with more than a little trepidation, used the bucket to lift the
front tires. This put the pressure between the piston and the back-side of the gland
and is what I was doing when I first saw the initial leak weeks ago now.
I left the tractor like that, propped
up on the bucket, and watched for drips. Eventually I started breathing again
as the hydraulic oil seemed to be staying where it was supposed to.
By now I was cocky enough to lower
then lift the tractor with the bucket several times, even going so far as to up
the RPM’s (The hydraulic pump is direct drive.) and push past the limits of the preset max-pressure-bypass in the
valve-body, the last chance for things to go horribly wrong.
But they didn’t!
I was so stoked by my success that I
even considered dropping the steering cylinder (To get it out from behind the
battery box so I could reach it) to see if I could stop the leak there where
the one hose attaches to the cylinder; but why risk ruining an otherwise
glorious day??
That can wait for another time. . .
Well that one repair cylinder is good for another 50 years.
ReplyDeleteThat might be asking a little much of my "expertise". If it lasts for 50 hours of diggin' and pushin' and liftin' I'll call it a success.
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