RSKY
Veteran Member
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- Oct 5, 2003
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- Tractor
- Kioti CK20S
I tore the slip clutch plates out of our forty year old Ford 910 brush mower about a month ago. Had to order the parts and while waiting for them I somehow came down with 'walking pneumonia'! So even though I had the parts the 'ENFORCER' (sorry about all the quotation marks but.....) threatened body parts every time I mentioned leaving to house to work on anything. Something about not wanting me sick enough that she had to wait on me hand and foot. Medical office told me to stay in and away from everybody and everything for eight to ten days and she doubled that.
Today I attempted to repair the clutch. Simple job, I've done it at least a half dozen times before. Twice in one day as a matter of fact. Usually in the middle of a field on a hot day. So I had a pretty good idea how to fix it even though it has been fifteen to twenty years since I've done the job.
I couldn't get it apart. Had to get a hub off a splined shaft to install the new clutch plates. I beat on it with a hand sledge. Used a six foot long pry bar. Used an eight pound sledge hammer. Looked at a parts diagram and beat on it some more. FOUR HOURS I worked on the stupid thing. All this time with my 94-year old mother looking over my shoulder and telling me what I was doing wrong. I am sixty five years old and my mother was chewing me out for cussing the mower.
Finally about 12:30 this afternoon she told me to, "spray the whole **** thing with that stuff in the blue can (WD-40) and let's go eat Chinese".
Her solution to most problems starts with a visit to a Chinese buffet. Took me about thirty minutes to get most of the grease and dirt off and we hop in her new car (she wrecked the old one in May, dealer said she was the oldest person he had ever sold a new car to) and she drove to the buffet. She didn't even get a plate, said all my bad language had spoiled her appetite. THAT made my mood better.
Came back home and beat on the stupid thing again. Still no luck. Then I gently tapped the hub in the wrong direction just to see if it would move in any direction and it did. And when I tapped it in the right direction it slid off into my hand. Twenty minutes later the new clutch plates were in, the hub was on the spline shaft to the gearbox, and I had the four and a half foot long pipe wrench tightening the stupid thing up.
What a day. A thirty to forty five minute job took more than six hours, counting the lunch break.
So the moral to the story is if you have a mechanical problem that is hard to fix just spray it with something and go eat Chinese. When you come back try to put on what you are actually trying to take off and all your problems will be solved.
The joys of using forty+ year old equipment.
RSKY
Today I attempted to repair the clutch. Simple job, I've done it at least a half dozen times before. Twice in one day as a matter of fact. Usually in the middle of a field on a hot day. So I had a pretty good idea how to fix it even though it has been fifteen to twenty years since I've done the job.
I couldn't get it apart. Had to get a hub off a splined shaft to install the new clutch plates. I beat on it with a hand sledge. Used a six foot long pry bar. Used an eight pound sledge hammer. Looked at a parts diagram and beat on it some more. FOUR HOURS I worked on the stupid thing. All this time with my 94-year old mother looking over my shoulder and telling me what I was doing wrong. I am sixty five years old and my mother was chewing me out for cussing the mower.
Finally about 12:30 this afternoon she told me to, "spray the whole **** thing with that stuff in the blue can (WD-40) and let's go eat Chinese".
Her solution to most problems starts with a visit to a Chinese buffet. Took me about thirty minutes to get most of the grease and dirt off and we hop in her new car (she wrecked the old one in May, dealer said she was the oldest person he had ever sold a new car to) and she drove to the buffet. She didn't even get a plate, said all my bad language had spoiled her appetite. THAT made my mood better.
Came back home and beat on the stupid thing again. Still no luck. Then I gently tapped the hub in the wrong direction just to see if it would move in any direction and it did. And when I tapped it in the right direction it slid off into my hand. Twenty minutes later the new clutch plates were in, the hub was on the spline shaft to the gearbox, and I had the four and a half foot long pipe wrench tightening the stupid thing up.
What a day. A thirty to forty five minute job took more than six hours, counting the lunch break.
So the moral to the story is if you have a mechanical problem that is hard to fix just spray it with something and go eat Chinese. When you come back try to put on what you are actually trying to take off and all your problems will be solved.
The joys of using forty+ year old equipment.
RSKY