The last time
the R ran was sometime in 1986 or ’87. I
was planting wheat with another tractor.
I noticed some little grass shoots coming up in the fine dirt prepared
for planting. Thinking it might be
volunteer wheat (that would be ok), but fearing it could be jointed goat grass,
I stopped the tractor and investigated.
It was goat grass coming up.
Can’t have
that. So I shut down the 820 or 830 and
started up the R. I hooked it to the rod weeder and went after the goat grass.
Things went well
for a short while. Then the R started
losing power, and began having a series of explosions where flames jumped out
of the exhaust pipe. Soon it was running
on only one (of two) cylinders.
It was growing
dark, so the explosive flames emanating from the muffler were quite
colorful. But not funny. I unhitched the rod and limped the R back to
the farmyard. It managed to back itself
into the red barn, far in the corner, where it stayed for the next 30 or so years. http://50farm.blogspot.com/2017/11/
Many a time I
wished it were operational. With the
right combination of social schedule, weather, and good luck, I may get it off
the unemployed roll. Here it is in its
homeless state of uncleanliness.
Slowly, it sheds
its parts:
One of the
hardest jobs was removing the studs that hold the exhaust/water pipes and the
air intake fitting to the top of the head. Having removed the nuts retaining
the pipes, it was necessary to take the studs out of the head, too. I double nutted it, but couldn’t get the nuts
tight enough to turn the stud in the head.
Add the vice grip, or adjustable locking pliers, in case you object to
using a brand name for a generic tool.
Altogether,
there are 12 studs to remove in the top of the head. All went well until number eleven came up. Woops!
“Don’t know my
own strength!” to quote Bullwinkle. Note
the twisted-off stud. I wasn’t able to
do a selfie of my right arm between elbow and shoulder after the stud twisted
off and my arm connected with the radiator cowling. I was wearing a long sleeve shirt, a heavy
over shirt, a hoodie, and coveralls. Blood soaked the sleeve of my long sleeved
shirt. I wasn’t aware of the extent of
the damage until the “nooning” when I removed the outer layer of clothing. I did feel my pain, however. It helped not to look at it.
More studs to
come, but first, off came the tappet cover.
Then the rocker
arms and fuel injector lines.
Then the fuel
injector pump cover. Actually, the pump
cover had to come off to get the fuel lines disconnected.
Inside the pump
compartment are four nuts connected to, you guessed it, four studs. The nuts have to come off to get the head
off. In addition to the four nuts in the
pump compartment, ten ¾” nuts hold the head to the block. (Studs again, but they don’t have to come off.) They should be torqued to 208-foot pounds. This isn’t a job for the weak, as they say. I got in plenty of upper body exercise on
this day.
Another day, another
strenuous task. The chain hoist hung on
the east wall (can be seen in the background of the second picture above). It had to be lifted up and hooked to the
cross bar overhead. I don’t remember it being
such a hard job in days of old. Or maybe
it isn’t the days that are old.
I had to remove
the lower water pipes, connected to the head with four more studs. I felt like I had in a day’s work by the time
I got to this stage.
Note the left
valve, which is the exhaust valve for the left or number one cylinder. The little “eclipse” mark at about 2 o’clock
is where the flames were coming from that came out the exhaust pipe. The valve is badly burned. Why did it fail? Valve springs too weak? Tappets set too tight, so the valve never
fully closed?
Well, it won’t
run that way. Eight more studs to
remove, the four that go into the pump compartment, and four holding the lower
water pipes. The four going into the pump
compartment spend their life in the oil, so come out fairly easily. The water pipe ones get rusty and stubborn. Another twist-off. This time, I didn’t injure myself.
On a rainy day,
the head went to Duerst Machine in Burlington.
I pointed out the two twisted-off studs.
“Yeah,” both guys said, and shrugged.
Must happen all the time.
Next step, see
if parts are available. They are, at a
healthy price. Do I install new piston
rings while I’m this close? I have to
remove the starting engine to get to the rod bearings. If I don’t change rings and it uses oil and
doesn’t have good compression, I have to go through the whole remove-the-head
thing again.
A set of rings
(there are 14 of them, seven per piston) cost $300+. A gasket set cost $200+. One of the twisted-off studs costs $13. The water pipe stud is only 7/16” and costs
only $11. Of course, they are all
painted green for that bargain price.
Well, maybe nothing in this order is painted green, but they are green
by association. I mustn’t complain. I can still get new parts for a
sixty-year-old machine.
The R gets a
rest (as if it hasn’t had enough of one) while I get back to my social
schedule. The quartet sang two songs
(national anthem, and America) at a Rotary convention in Estes Park. Our lead is a Rotarian. It was a long way to drive to sing two
songs. We had to go through Longmont
because 34 is closed for flood repairs—for the second year.
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