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Definitive 4-154 belt information
More on the subject from one of my mailing lists posts:
From: cherev To: morgan Sent: Thursday, November 01, 2007 4:25 PM Subject: [morgan] Perkins 4-154 fan belt info, again What would it cost, both in money and time, to simply replace the sheaves with a matched set that uses a broader belt? A common type, such as the kinds used on diesel trucks? In the process, the alternator and pump shafts could be slotted and keyed so that these would be easier to maintain, i.e., no need for a 1.5-tonne press to press on a sheave, nor a special tool to extract one. Seems to be a mite of angst being spent on a simple mechanical problem, unless the alternator(s) are also wonky. I don't think it possible that I have 5 wonky alternators... New pulleys is one of the remedies I've considered. The trick is in getting all the offsets right, in addition to all the different mounts. The alternators have a shaft which is hex keyed to keep it from turning - but I haven't the strength (and I routinely break stuff because I'm too strong on a bolt, tool, etc.) to get my 3/8 pulley off the other alternator to swap it on to the one remaining functional (of 5) alternator. The driveshaft is splined and keyed - held on by a massive bolt - and has some dishing and other shape potential issues, plus it has to have the right face for the PTO end which drives the raw water pump with its sheave (1/2" - go figure, it's bigger than the alternator belt, and doesn't have nearly the required force), which PTO bolts to it. The freshwater pump is essentially a bowl of stamped steel, with a ring pressed on to it, and a resultant offset of 3-4 (I've not measured it) inches. All these would have to be duplicated. If you've got a comprehensive source for such pulleys, I'm all ears. Otherwise the next best thing might be to have the main shaft pulley, solid steel, machined to the same size/angles as the alternator's 1/2" belt, and buy the appropriate cogged belt in 1/2 (giving me whatever the resultant greater surface area [and strength] resulted)... For now, the 10mm belt is what was specified, and is much less hot after running, so between the fact that it actually fits in the drive pulley, and isn't as hot (better tight turns? more surface area? I don't know why), I'm going to expect a better life from it. So, I'm going to see how this one lasts. If it's not an improvement, then I'll bite the bullet and get the pulley off and turned, and go to 1/2" belts. The freshwater pump shouldn't matter, I don't think; it's just a stamped dish with a ring pressed on; clearly it's not intended to carry any load, so I expect the 1/2" would drive it just fine, and not negatively be impacted by its smaller size. I can say for sure that after some heavy charging last night, I felt the belt after over an hour of running. It was hot, but nothing like the prior belts I'd been using. I've also heard from several, now, who say that the solid belts I'd been using were disintegrating on them, too, and changing to the cogged - whether topcog (Dayco) or internal) seemed to dissapate the heat better, as well as, perhaps, give better close-radius performance. However, I have all of perhaps 5 hours on this belt. I've tightened it once, and both that and the first were extremely tight - a recommendation from an alternator vendor (Hotwire) and others - to cope with the higher output. Given how many belts I've been through, though, some experimentation is in order; I'll not tighten again until I hear squeal or smell smoke. I check it literally every time I stop the engine and again before I start (other than panic modes, of course), so I'll have a good feel for what the tension was before squeal and smoke occurs. I'm triangulating on the failure modes as well as the solutions. I know about the wallet mode; I could probably get a backyard hobby guy to turn me a brand new set of pulleys cheaper than buying something used, and get a 1/2" set in the bargain :{)) One of the guys I was working with in St. Pete (Erkki, from my logs if you recall the first leg of this trip) was such a guy. He'd enjoy doing it - but I don't have one of those to hand, nor do I have the time, now, to do it. However, I might do some downtime this winter, to address my atrocious electrical system; if I did that in St. Pete, I'm sure he'd not only help with that but enthusiastically participate in the other stuff. Best news is he's a retired rocket scientist (used to design satellites for Canada) and does it free for lunches - cuz he likes it... And, finally, I got the proper Perkins "old" part number. It's NA003439, and 25/64 x 49 5/8, or 9.5-10mm X whatever that works out to. That would be long enough that I'd not get more than one tightening on it, so I'm using one quite shorter. L8R Skip Morgan 461 #2 SV Flying Pig KI4MPC See our galleries at www.justpickone.org/skip/gallery ! Follow us at http://groups.google.com/group/flyingpiglog and/or http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheFlyingPigLog "You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it however." (and) "There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts." (Richard Bach, in The Reluctant Messiah) |
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October 30 - Aground again, Naturally (a riff on a 60's song)...
"Skip Gundlach" wrote in message ups.com... October 30 - Aground again, Naturally (a riff on a 60's song)... Well, NOAA has done us in, again. Here we are, anchored just shy of our goal, again. And, another lovely dinner before a cold bed, as "seasonal weather" has revisited the Chesapeake, and it's frost warnings, tonight (well, last night, from when you see this). When we left you, we were thinking of going to Cambridge, instead of going for Solomons Island. We did, indeed make that choice, and took a short ride to Cambridge. Before that, however, we had to get up the anchors. What a gooey mess the bottom was there in front of Schooner's in Oxford. No wonder we dragged the first time. There must have been a foot of black, fine, mud on the Delta, and, of course, with as much as we had out, the chain had lain on the bottom for quite a while as well, therefore carrying up its own load of goo. However, our second anchor was much the same story, and the way our windlass is set up, required semi-hand raising its extra-long chain and the 75# of anchor on the other end. That one had set very hard, and not only was difficult to break free, it brought up its own load of junk. Despite very careful and aggressive hosing, both chains would prove to retain lots of the mud, flaking off as it was deployed the next time. In any case, we set sail about 12:30 for Cambridge. Oops. Another fan belt failure. That one lasted all of a couple of days. Quick, throw out the anchor in deep water, so put out lots of chain, and dive into the engine room, yet again. However, I'm getting pretty adept at this by now, and we're under way again in short order. Another lovely sail results, and we shortly pull up to the entrance to Cambridge. Tom, another internet buddy, who lives between Oxford and Cambridge, has filled me in on our means of staying in town. Cambridge is a lovely town, like all the rest we have been in along the Chesapeake, and the seat of Dorchester County, MD. Their municipal building fronts on the little bay off the Choptank River, and alongside there are cleats, with signs saying one should dock at their own risk, for up to 48 hours. There were already a couple of trawlers and a sailboat there when we arrived, but we had plenty of space to pull in ahead of the sailboat. Lydia's lassooing move on the cleat was a perfect shot, and she snubbed that connection. I stern-walked in to allow her to tie off the rest of the way. It was an unusually high tide; Tom had been concerned for how much water we would have alongside. However, we found it to be quite deep, at least according to our depth finder, and we were comfortable with being there. Tom was kind enough to give a ride to a quickie shopping trip for prescriptions, groceries, the hardware store and NAPA, for yet more fan belts (about 8 or 10, I think, since we left Charleston). I need to buy stock in Gates! Anyway, the following day we went on a walking tour, enjoying the city immensely. I'll let Lydia's log fill in all the touristy bits, but we had a lovely time and met the usual assortment of animals and people. One, however, was a real hoot, having taken more than 30 (down from 50) cats to the vet to be neutered, and they all go on walks with him and his two dogs, said parade coming by the municipal system each day we were there. The next day we expected to go to Solomons Island, but the weather was forecast (see above comment on NOAA, and see below for more) at 20-25 knots with gusts to 30, and straight behind us, along with relatively large waves, which would have been very uncomfortable. So, we decided to stay in Cambridge for another day. Of course, given NOAA's track record so far (see below), it might have been a fine day to sail south. However, high tide in the morning was about 5AM, and not long after I woke to find more than the usual list (we have a small persistent port list). Hm. What's that about?? We apparently had parked on the locally famous "three foot hump" - the only place on the wall which was so short, and apparently the source of Tom's concern - and we were - AGAIN - aground. This time, though, I had no doubt that the rising tide later in the day would get us off, as it was more than 1.5' higher than the early tide, and since we weren't going to leave, anyway, if was of little account. I went back to bed, and relaxed. However, very quickly, we developed a notable list - eventually to reach 25 degrees. That made getting off the boat a bit challenging. Fortunately, I have a great stride, and was able to make it off and back on again after I slacked the lines so as to relieve the pressure not only on our but the town's cleats. Eventually, as the boat continued to heel, enough of the bottom was exposed to show that there was a small area that had accumulated barnacles. That was irritating, in that it was all very newly applied bottom paint, and there should have been no barnacles whatsoever - and not much slime, either. The slime wasn't there - but there were certainly barnacles. So, at low tide, I took a deck brush and crushed them, and then scraped them and finally scrubbed them off. Thanks, Cambridge, for making that possible! In the meantime, though, we'd attracted quite a crowd, what with the very unusual attitude (they don't often see a mast at that angle!), and every time one dispersed, another gathered. It's how we learned of the "three foot hump" - and all were very anxious to help in any way possible. It probably sounded very brave for us to keep declining help, but since we already had our shopping done, and our touring done, and weren't going to leave until the next day, there really wasn't much anyone could do! So, instead we enjoyed the brilliantly sunny day and read our books and scrubbed the bottom and otherwise behaved like full-time cruisers. No agenda, no schedule, no itinerary! Eventually, the tide did, in fact, come up, and we were off. The trawler which had pulled in to tie up in front of us was similarly aground, but they had about 8" less draft. They had settled directly next to the seawall, and were adequately well cushioned against abrasion - but I can tell you for sure I'm glad we didn't lean the other way! Standing up relatively vertically is nicer, but it would have been a great deal of abrasion until it stabilized. Anyway, our plan was to anchor out for the night, as the next day would present much the same issue, but even lower water as we migrated from the full moon. However, our anchoring misadventures continued. After trying and failing 4 or 5 times to get a secure set in the area in front of where we had been, we opted to go for the now-open slip at the other end of the wall, where we were assured it was much deeper. However, when we were tied up, it looked much the same on our depth finders as where we'd just left. The falling tide would treat us just the same as last night, and as we did, now, want to leave in the morning, that would be a distinct inconvenience! However, nearby was a waterfront restaurant with a couple of slips. Hm. Wonder what they do with them? A quickie ask got a lovely offer of free space if we came to dinner. So, we quickly put our almost-on-the-table dinner aside and berthed at the restaurant. A lovely dinner followed, and it was the least expensive meal out we've enjoyed since Lydia's mom (our benefactor) joined us. We were cautioned not to tie into the shorepower, that being reserved for paying guests, but as to do so would have required much digging in the lazarette to get to the shorepower cord, and we were "full", it was of no issue whatever. We did, though, take advantage of the water connection to fill our leak-emptied tanks, in the gathering cold. A late-night check of the most current forecast showed nearly ideal conditions for our run down to Solomons Island. North to NE 10-15, moving to W in the evening/night hours, and diminishing. We'd be either running or broad reaching, and enough wind that we might use a poled-out genny and prevented main, or maybe even the spinnaker, if it proved a bit lighter (on the 10 side). I calculated that our trip should take about 5 hours, tops. Early the next morning, the reports were the same. And, in fact, throughout the day, as we listened in disbelief, they continued, all the way to our anchorage. What happened was that our way out, a very tight pinch, started about 10:30, and was pretty much as advertised, other than the wind being a bit light and also fluky. I attributed that to being behind the land mass during our transit of the Choptank, and expected it to pick up and solidify once we reached the bay. Fat chance. It slowly died, to the point where, by the time we reached the bay, there was nearly none. As the day wore on, the waters flattened, and we were motoring at a pace which created a slight headwind. Once again, NOAA comes through! If the forecast had been similarly off (way low, in both sea state and wind) the day before, it would have been a wonderful trip down in brilliant sunlight. So, aside from the fact that we had to motor most of it, and that we didn't make the speed we'd anticipated, it was a brilliant day, and toasty in the enclosure around the cockpit. Oh, ya. So, also as has become our custom, around 4:30, Lydia alerts me to nasty noise coming from the engine room. This time we caught it before it fully disintegrated, but, once again, we were in alternator belt failure mode. The belt had shed a section of the top, and was inverted in the tracks. It would shortly fly off if left alone, but we stopped the engine, and as you've seen above, I had the new belt on in short order this time, too. This one is a different type; with any luck it will hold up better than our previous supposedly best-of-breed we've been using. Nothing could be worse; if I don't get satisfaction on these, I'll prolly just start using the cheapest I can find. But, I digress. Our slight delay, combined with the insult of a weather forecast as compared to reality, has caused us to miss our window into Solomons' Back Creek before dark. So, as has become our custom (finding someplace to throw out the hook, short of our objective), we anchored out off Drum Point, in an area which was pretty broad and relatively shallow without being dangerous to shoaling. However, I use the term "anchored" a bit generically. I don't know what kind of bottom there is, here, but we could not get a set. Each time, I could feel the chain bounce as the anchor slid and bounced over whatever hard stuff there was down there, feeling like stones against my hand. However, the good news was that the winds were still very light, and forecast (HAH!) for being even lighter, and better, from the area of the land mass, protecting us, but should we slide, taking us away from shore. So, as it involves a lengthy retrieval, I reluctantly double-anchored, again. My expectation is that our 130# of anchors, as well as the-about-300# of chain are all that are holding us from moving - but, it's doing that, at least. We stayed put, comfortably, with our anchor chains hanging straight down in the very light wind, and, while it was getting very chilly (55 in the cabin at 7AM), even our accommodation was entirely comfortable. As usual, the ladies slept in, but as we had only about 4 miles to go (so near, yet so far!), I let them, and finished this :{)) As I write at 10, the wind has piped all the way up to 4 knots - it's mostly been between 0-2. We'll be anchored in Back Creek later today in what is described as conditions similar to Spa Creek in Annapolis. That is to say, crowded, but very do-able, and as the controlling depth there is about 8 feet, won't require a great deal of scope, thus limiting the swing. We'll do more shopping, particularly at NAPA, and enjoy the area. From here we'll again head south, in a few days, likely calling at Deltaville and perhaps another one or two locations before heading to Norfolk, thence down the ICW to Beaufort. Stay tuned for further adventures. L8R Skip Morgan 461 #2 SV Flying Pig KI4MPC See our galleries at www.justpickone.org/skip/gallery ! Follow us at http://groups.google.com/group/flyingpiglog and/or http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheFlyingPigLog `````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````````````` No thanks on the following you and your inept circus act. If I want a comedy of errors I'll watch C-Span or the Three Stooges. Skippy, you are one stupid, incompetent individual. Your brain just does not seem to work. You make mistake after mistake yet you never take action to identify the cause and eliminate causal factors. You repeat your mistakes and never learn. You have no concept of cause and effect. What a loser! When it comes to anchoring the very first rule is NEVER ANCHOR IN POOR HOLDING GROUND. Why is it you are too stupid to learn this simple rule. Nobody is out there telling you to anchor in places where the bottom is unsuitable for holding. The second rule is if the holding ground is poor or unsuitable then move to someplace where the holding is suitable or good. Duh! Would you keep running stop signs if you kept having intersection collisions day after day, new car after new car? I certainly hope you'd be able to assign cause and effect. Running stop signs = frequent collisions. Therefore, stop running stop signs. Can't you apply this simple logic to anchoring? How have you managed to survive to this point. Stick you hand in the fire and get burned. Stick your hand in the fire and get burned again. How many times do you have to burn your hand to realize you need to stop sticking it into the fire? You are a total moron, man. A bad example. A klutz and a fool. Give it up before you kill yourself or somebody else. Wilbur Hubbard |
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