That’s how I spent my day off.
I got up at 7:15 grabbed the pellet gun, went down to the barn, and one by one I murdered all of the innocent pigeons that had come to roost, build their nests, raise their young, and crap on my hay. I put them all in a wheelbarrow (about 40 or so,) and planted them in my garden as fertilizer. I even said a few words of eulogy. “Die skyrats, die.”
Then I took my daughter out to breakfast so the Mrs. could have a break and play tennis.
About noon I settled into the heavy chore.
I have a 1948 super A Farmall Internataional Harvester Tractor with a belly mower on it. All the front gaskets are leaking, and I picked up replacements this week, as well as a new crankshaft pulley, since the guy at the Farm Store told me I’d probably break the old one trying to get it off.
I jacked up the tractor, removed the radiator, unlimbered the whole front end, and used the powerwasher to remove 50 years worth of goop.
Carefully I put the gear puller on the main pulley and started cranking it down.
Snap! The lips of the pulley broke.
Damn. Oh well the mechanic said this would happen. I guess I’d have to use that new $89 cast-iron pulley after all. So much for returning it.
I got the torch and carefully cut the pulley off. Then I took all the plates off, cleaned them of goop and old gasket, carefully sanded them, applied new form-a-gasket to make a good seal, carefully installed all 3 new gaskets and replaced the cover plates one by one.
Elsapsed time so far, 4 hours.
Carefully I sanded and cleaned the crankshaft, and gave it a light coating of liquid wrench. THen, I cleaned the inside of the new pulley, installed the key, carefully filed it, and fitted the pulley on.
The pulley has a hole in the middle. The crankshfat that potrudes is a round steel bar.
Damn, that was a tight fit.
How tight?
Take a coffee can, and try shoveing it up your ass. That’s how tight.
I tapped it with a rubber mallet and it quickly got locked on their solid. I can’t hit it with a hammer, the pulley’s cast-iron, and it’ll break.
I call the far-shop.
“How do you get those things on there all the way?”
“Pound on it with a brass hammer.”
I don’t have a brass hammer. I took a piece of wood, and fit it into the center of of the pulley. I pounded the hammer on the wood.
Once I got at it, the wood, splintered.
Crap. I went and cut myself a dozen pieces of wood to fit.
One by one they split as I made slow but inexorable progress pounding that pulley on.
Finally it got tight again. About 1/2 inch to go.
I cut some more wood and broke out the sledgehammer.
Carefully, I kept wacking it with the sledge. It got tight again.
Damn.
Cut more wood.
A couple more good wacks oughtta do it.
I wound up.
Slam! The wood splinters, and the sledgehammer keeps going, breaking both lips of the pulley. It keeps going, and slams into the front cover that I just put a gasket on. It drives a piece of the shattered pulley right through the thin metal.
I sit down. I’m about to cry.
Another pulley $89.00, new front cover $220.00, new gaskets, $18.00, a whole day off wasted, priceless.
The parts won’t come 'till midweek. If I want to mow next weekend, I’ll have to spend a night after work, redoing all this.
Damn.