The Saga of the Shadetree

Rumors persist of a mighty giant known as Picker of the Cherry. When combined with Sir Shade and the new acquaintance LM7 thous troubles shallt be no more.
 
You Lord of the shade tree must needs be introduced to the mighty compressor of the air, it's force applied through a impacting driver of the one inch family shalt surely remediate your forthwith battles of the crankshaft bolt and thou shalt triumph victoriously. Thou shalt use no size reduction for that shall surely impede the mighty drivers strength. And thy air hoses must be at tiniest girth half of an inch.
 
the sweat, spit and crushed, empty cans of ale on the ground everywhere................and the cursing, the terrible awful cursing that lasts until the day turns into night.........................the siege of this bolt will be known far and wide when the battle is over and the memories of this battle will forever be remembered.............

LMAO! I've been there.
 
The Shadetree was called away from the struggle of the crankbolt w more pressing battles to fight w the Queen and her castles upkeep. A new 13 yo steed was procured as the old battle horse S 10 was withering away, her heart is still strong but her legs are weak and shaky from a bad torquith converter. I cleverly drilled a secret hole in the front fascia of the Toy of Yota to make room for an almost straight shot to the bolt for the 1/2 extension to sneak under the AC condenser (so not to disturb or have to drain the lifeblood of the whole AC family and deal w that sorrow) and join w the 1/2 impact to hail mighty blows to the bolt that would sure destroy it's death grip of the balancer. They failed to do anything but make some dust w the bolt and socket clanking about and making shiny the corners of the ramparts of the bolt................................................................................................
................................................................................................................................................................... Months went by and The Toy of Yota and it's stubborn crank bolt and all the scattered supporters were finally seized and dragged back to sir Travis of Moncures castle on a rickety chariot pulled by the great Tahoe. I was glad to see that bastard truck dragged off into the sunset but the Queen was even more delighted to have it banished from her kingdom........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Sir Travis also had many more important battles and conquests that kept him from punishing the now damned crank bolt but he assured me the bolt would be freed w help of the 3/4 hammer of air. He finally could wait no more for I to come help him and after several battles similar to mine he unleashed 3/4 " impact of the ferocious wind and hammer"..............it was a futile attempt......................

Then he sought the services of the propane torch's hellfire and melted seals/paint and another attack of the 3/4" impactor of air....................nothing............


........Then he employed the 6' breaker bar that he stood and jumped on in a fervorous drunken, relentless assault...........................only to make round the bolt and mighty hardened socket of impacts once flat ramparts..................



Sir Travis has never backed down from a fight nor has he ever been beaten ( he was tossed off a 2nd floor castle balcony in a fight over a harlot in his youth, but did not loose the fight or the harlot and became famous at the same time for his tenacious manor) .............he grabbed his trusty grinder and assaulted the bolt and the balancer w a fury. With a terrible screaming, ear piercing noise, acrid smoke and sparks flying in a hellstorm of fire the grinder cut a deep slot into the now rounded bolt and across the belly of it's broad, flat base. The chisel and hammer were brought to bear soon after the firestorm and finally broke the ragged remains of the bolts ugly head away.....silence..........it was finally defeated,the crankbolt was no more.................... the battle was over and cheers mead and beer were enjoyed with the Marlboro of Light in a great celebration. ....................................and then when the heat of the fire and sparks cooled.......................................to his utter disbelief ...............he unscrewed the rest of the headless bolt just using his finger pressing on it :eek::poop:



There was a bit of damage/shallow groove cut in to the snout of the crank. He thinks the wide flat of the bolt was seized to the balancer and rust was found on both mating surfaces. I told him the small groove won't hurt nuthing, just be sure to grease the bolts threads w some disc brake wheel bearing grease. I did when I replaced the TC on my 84s 22R 25 yrs ago and I easily removed it to give it to him a few weeks ago. I need to do the TC in the 82 22r that resides in the 84 now, but I'm sure the unmolested crankbolt will give me no trouble or cause for another saga.
 
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......to his utter disbelief ...............he unscrewed the rest of the headless bolt just using his finger pressing on it :eek::poop:

That's pretty common. If the bolt is stuck, but the threads are not corroded, there should be no tension on the threads once there is no more tension on the head (because you've cut it off in this case). That's fundamentally how a bolt works. With the tight fit of the pulley onto the crank, and the fairly large size of the bolt head, the threads are pretty well protected usually.
 
cela semble très compliqué.
 
'Twas a tense battle with such long, sorrowful await of the results to be delivered.

Cheers to sir Travis!


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