"Pride Goeth" or "The 15 Mile Oil Change."
Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2019 9:53 am
So there I was last Friday beginning the installation of my new disc brake kit. I had made good use of the 10 days since I sent in my brake pedal for modification by gathering my tools and preparing the work space, so when the kit arrived on Thursday evening along with my modified brake pedal I was ready to jump right in on Friday.
When I had removed the brake pedal I tied a wire hanger around the ears of the band to hold it in place so I figured my first step should be to re-install the pedal and adjust the band.
Having read the forum before, and being fully aware of all the warnings about dropping nuts and washers down into the transmission, I nonetheless proceeded to try and reinstall the pedal without stuffing rags around the inside, without tying a string or floss around the nut and washer, and without the clamp to hold the band.
After all, I removed the pedal, spring, nut and washer without any problems, so what could go wrong? I'm perfectly competent, I know what I'm doing, and I want to get this thing done NOW.
So I did the reverse of what I did to remove the pedal. I wedged a large flathead screwdriver against the ear of the band, supported by the edge of the access cover and used my other hand to slide on the washer. No problem.
But wait! I put the washer on backwards! So I carefully removed it, turned it around and properly installed it. Again, no problem.
As I'm sure you have guessed by now, this is when it happened; as I reached for the nut the screwdriver slipped. The band sprang open, shoving the washer off the shaft and down into the murky depths.
Having been aware that I should not have been doing it this way, having read the unanimous warnings on this very forum about the potential for this disaster, and STILL having done it anyway, I was filled with self-loathing and recriminations.
But how to get it out? Well, check the MTFCA forum of course. But alas! To add insult to my self-inflicted injury, the MTFCA site was down! Despondence began to set in as I realized that, for the time being, I would face the consequences of my hubris alone.
Things began looking up a bit when I discovered that Google cached snapshots of the forum that were accessible even though the site was down. The gist of what I learned is that I needed a flexible shaft magnet to fish around for the washer. If that didn't work, try draining the oil so that maybe the washer would flow down to the drain where I might attach it to a stiff wire and feed it back up to the top. If that failed I might try removing the hogshead for better access. If that failed, try stuffing a rag in there and slowly turn the crank in the hopes that the flywheel and rag would scoop up the washer. And if that failed, I would have to pull the engine.
Having learned my fate, I went and bought the only two such telescoping magnets in stock at my nearest big box store, one large, one small. I bent the shafts to get around the drums and spent the next two hours fishing around to no avail. I stopped trying when one of the shafts split and I was afraid of it breaking off down in the transmission.
Next, I drained the oil to try and drive the washer down to drain hole. This was particularly annoying because I had just changed the oil last weekend and had only driven about 15 miles. I crammed my fingers in that hole to feel around but found nothing. I used a strong magnet all around the bottom of the pan to try and drag the washer to the drain hole. No dice. I shoved a stiff wire in the hole to feel around, trying to locate the washer. Nothing.
Before removing the hogshead I searched everywhere for a flexible shaft magnet and found one in stock at a big box store 30 miles away. When I got home I fed it into the transmission and began fishing. The flexible shaft was much easier to work with and got around in there much better than the telescoping shaft.
And I began to get aggressive. I was annoyed, angry, and despondent and I wanted that washer out NOW. You know what happened next.
The flexible shaft magnet got hung up towards the front of the transmission; it would move down a little bit, but would not come back up. I stopped, stepped away from the car and put my head down.
My hopes of solving this problem myself were dashed. I was going to have to pull the engine and I was going to have to wait until I could get somebody that knows what they're doing to help me.
Despair set in. Forget about the new brakes, this car was probably not going to be running again this year, because when you start mucking around pulling an engine like this you always find other problems that need to be fixed and then you're off to the races.
I had failed. Because there were no additional steps I could take by myself, I began fooling around with the stuck magnet. Oddly, a sense of calm despondence came over me; I was resigned to my fate and had nothing more to lose. I began gently pushing and twisting the magnet shaft.
Did it just move a little more? My mind must be playing tricks on me. More gentle pushing and twisting. Did it just come out a little bit? I think so, but it's still stuck. Hmm, more gentle pushing, pulling and twisting.
Whoa! The magnet shaft moved freely! Was there hope for me after all? Ever so gently I withdrew the magnet shaft, praying that it would not get stuck again, that I wouldn't make another terrible mistake of judgment.
And as the end of the shaft cleared the transmission bands and came up out of the access cover, there, attached to the magnet, was the washer.
I stepped away from the car, placed the magnet with the washer still attached to the end on the running board, and sat down on my shop stool not with a sense of accomplishment or victory, but of quiet gratitude.
After a few minutes composing myself I got up, stuffed about 15 rags around the transmission bands, clamped the band with a drain wrench that was sitting with my plumbing tools not 20 feet away the entire time, and successfully completed the brake pedal installation.
I wrote this lengthy piece not for the old hands who already know better, or for the amusement these kinds of stories engender. I chronicled it here for the next newbie like myself who, in the future might read it along with all the other warnings and not make this terrible mistake.
Happy Motoring!
When I had removed the brake pedal I tied a wire hanger around the ears of the band to hold it in place so I figured my first step should be to re-install the pedal and adjust the band.
Having read the forum before, and being fully aware of all the warnings about dropping nuts and washers down into the transmission, I nonetheless proceeded to try and reinstall the pedal without stuffing rags around the inside, without tying a string or floss around the nut and washer, and without the clamp to hold the band.
After all, I removed the pedal, spring, nut and washer without any problems, so what could go wrong? I'm perfectly competent, I know what I'm doing, and I want to get this thing done NOW.
So I did the reverse of what I did to remove the pedal. I wedged a large flathead screwdriver against the ear of the band, supported by the edge of the access cover and used my other hand to slide on the washer. No problem.
But wait! I put the washer on backwards! So I carefully removed it, turned it around and properly installed it. Again, no problem.
As I'm sure you have guessed by now, this is when it happened; as I reached for the nut the screwdriver slipped. The band sprang open, shoving the washer off the shaft and down into the murky depths.
Having been aware that I should not have been doing it this way, having read the unanimous warnings on this very forum about the potential for this disaster, and STILL having done it anyway, I was filled with self-loathing and recriminations.
But how to get it out? Well, check the MTFCA forum of course. But alas! To add insult to my self-inflicted injury, the MTFCA site was down! Despondence began to set in as I realized that, for the time being, I would face the consequences of my hubris alone.
Things began looking up a bit when I discovered that Google cached snapshots of the forum that were accessible even though the site was down. The gist of what I learned is that I needed a flexible shaft magnet to fish around for the washer. If that didn't work, try draining the oil so that maybe the washer would flow down to the drain where I might attach it to a stiff wire and feed it back up to the top. If that failed I might try removing the hogshead for better access. If that failed, try stuffing a rag in there and slowly turn the crank in the hopes that the flywheel and rag would scoop up the washer. And if that failed, I would have to pull the engine.
Having learned my fate, I went and bought the only two such telescoping magnets in stock at my nearest big box store, one large, one small. I bent the shafts to get around the drums and spent the next two hours fishing around to no avail. I stopped trying when one of the shafts split and I was afraid of it breaking off down in the transmission.
Next, I drained the oil to try and drive the washer down to drain hole. This was particularly annoying because I had just changed the oil last weekend and had only driven about 15 miles. I crammed my fingers in that hole to feel around but found nothing. I used a strong magnet all around the bottom of the pan to try and drag the washer to the drain hole. No dice. I shoved a stiff wire in the hole to feel around, trying to locate the washer. Nothing.
Before removing the hogshead I searched everywhere for a flexible shaft magnet and found one in stock at a big box store 30 miles away. When I got home I fed it into the transmission and began fishing. The flexible shaft was much easier to work with and got around in there much better than the telescoping shaft.
And I began to get aggressive. I was annoyed, angry, and despondent and I wanted that washer out NOW. You know what happened next.
The flexible shaft magnet got hung up towards the front of the transmission; it would move down a little bit, but would not come back up. I stopped, stepped away from the car and put my head down.
My hopes of solving this problem myself were dashed. I was going to have to pull the engine and I was going to have to wait until I could get somebody that knows what they're doing to help me.
Despair set in. Forget about the new brakes, this car was probably not going to be running again this year, because when you start mucking around pulling an engine like this you always find other problems that need to be fixed and then you're off to the races.
I had failed. Because there were no additional steps I could take by myself, I began fooling around with the stuck magnet. Oddly, a sense of calm despondence came over me; I was resigned to my fate and had nothing more to lose. I began gently pushing and twisting the magnet shaft.
Did it just move a little more? My mind must be playing tricks on me. More gentle pushing and twisting. Did it just come out a little bit? I think so, but it's still stuck. Hmm, more gentle pushing, pulling and twisting.
Whoa! The magnet shaft moved freely! Was there hope for me after all? Ever so gently I withdrew the magnet shaft, praying that it would not get stuck again, that I wouldn't make another terrible mistake of judgment.
And as the end of the shaft cleared the transmission bands and came up out of the access cover, there, attached to the magnet, was the washer.
I stepped away from the car, placed the magnet with the washer still attached to the end on the running board, and sat down on my shop stool not with a sense of accomplishment or victory, but of quiet gratitude.
After a few minutes composing myself I got up, stuffed about 15 rags around the transmission bands, clamped the band with a drain wrench that was sitting with my plumbing tools not 20 feet away the entire time, and successfully completed the brake pedal installation.
I wrote this lengthy piece not for the old hands who already know better, or for the amusement these kinds of stories engender. I chronicled it here for the next newbie like myself who, in the future might read it along with all the other warnings and not make this terrible mistake.
Happy Motoring!