Injectors
Sometimes, when you spend a lot of time doing preventative maintenance on a vehicle, you can't help but feel as if you may have wasted much of that time. The job in question could have waited, right? Maybe a long time?
On the other end of the spectrum- I pulled my fuel injectors today to discover that they were horrid.
I've shipped them off to be rebuilt, hopefully by Monday, and can't wait to install them again and feel the difference in performance, I predict a very noticeable gain in mileage and power with less noise, less sooty exhaust, and a smoother ride.
Of course, much of the other stuff I worked on could probably have waited a long time. Such is life.
here are "before" pictures of the injectors. The photographic quality is not excellent, I was in a hurry.
On the other end of the spectrum- I pulled my fuel injectors today to discover that they were horrid.
I've shipped them off to be rebuilt, hopefully by Monday, and can't wait to install them again and feel the difference in performance, I predict a very noticeable gain in mileage and power with less noise, less sooty exhaust, and a smoother ride.
Of course, much of the other stuff I worked on could probably have waited a long time. Such is life.
here are "before" pictures of the injectors. The photographic quality is not excellent, I was in a hurry.
Labels: land cruiser, repair, tamarindo
Work Day
It's darn warm in the garage, but once I got started....
I'm now pulling the injectors to send them to be serviced
and
cleaning the intake manifold and replacing gaskets that were leaking
and
replacing some heater hoses because the heater valve broke and I've got to McGyver it until my Dad flies down
and
I figure that since I won't have injectors until Monday, I may as well attack the big end bearings,
so
I'm draining the oil and dropping the pan
and
need to pound out dents and paint the pan
so
I might as well take it to the welder to get a skid plate added
and
the turbo is still acting up a little so I'm pulling it out
and
replacing a bunch of hoses and gaskets while I'm there
it'll be interesting to see how much I get done today vs. this weekend.
I'll try to take a photo or two, but not too likely as all the jobs involve much oil and I don't like that on the camera so much.
Now if only the temp were in the low 90s instead of near 100, I'd be happier.
I'm now pulling the injectors to send them to be serviced
and
cleaning the intake manifold and replacing gaskets that were leaking
and
replacing some heater hoses because the heater valve broke and I've got to McGyver it until my Dad flies down
and
I figure that since I won't have injectors until Monday, I may as well attack the big end bearings,
so
I'm draining the oil and dropping the pan
and
need to pound out dents and paint the pan
so
I might as well take it to the welder to get a skid plate added
and
the turbo is still acting up a little so I'm pulling it out
and
replacing a bunch of hoses and gaskets while I'm there
it'll be interesting to see how much I get done today vs. this weekend.
I'll try to take a photo or two, but not too likely as all the jobs involve much oil and I don't like that on the camera so much.
Now if only the temp were in the low 90s instead of near 100, I'd be happier.
Labels: land cruiser, repair, weather
Driving Day, Boo to Blogger, New Link
I spent all day (and I mean, all day) behind the wheel yesterday for the first time in a long time. It wasn't so bad, I'm pleased to report. I'll get back to the nuances, but first a little venting and a link.
Blogger just sent me a note saying that they won't be supporting ftp-based blogs anymore. WTH? Now why in good gravy would they do that? It appears that they would rather shoulder the cost of the bandwidth than have me pay for my own site, or they want me to get a custom url... I haven't even read the whole note yet, but I'm frustrated by yet another example of the computer-based world's inability to just leave well-enough alone. We've been using this system for.... I don't remember how long! 5 years? But now we'll be doing something different. So if you see major operating issues with Sandcruiser.com come about May 1, it is because Google has decided to mess with things and we're trying to find the least painful solution. If anyone has any suggestions for alternative blogging software/systems, please feel free to let me know.
And speaking of blogs- I just found Bio Truck Expedition which is a well-written travelogue about a man with wanderlust and a veggie-powered Mercedes van. His exploits to date include some QT in an Indian jail (for having a satphone) as well as some mechanical mishaps, hang-gliding, and who-know-what. Take a look, you'll probably enjoy reading about his travels.
As for yesterday:
Got up at 4, didn't get out of here until a little after 6:30 due to a coffee machine failure, low tire pressure, some pressing email, and a desire to play with the dog a little bit before leaving her alone all day long. Took the new highway to San Jose from Caldera. It is a much nicer road than the old highway. The tolls aren't too high, but might seem that way to many locals. I didn't keep track but would estimate that it was about 2,000 colones, total, which is under $4. It almost certainly saves at least $4 in fuel and wear and tear on the vehicle. I'm sure that under normal conditions, it also saves much time. I was unlucky in that there were two spots in which they were doing road repair due to rock slides.... so I waited for about 15 minutes at each and had more traffic, so it probably added 45 minutes to the drive, which erased much of the gains of taking the fast road. So be it. I arrived at the US Embassy around 10-something (Note: 4 1/2 hours to San Jose is a big step up from the old highway which takes 5-7 hours. All this for a drive that is less than 150 miles).
The Embassy trip marks for me the very first time that I've felt preferential treatment for being a gringo in Costa Rica. Upon arrival I skipped to the front of the 50-person line and was admitted straight into the 1st security checkpoint. Should you go there, be aware that they will hold your iPod, phone, flashlight, headphones... pretty much anything electronic, while you are inside the embassy. I am sure it is for "security" but I suspect that a fringe benefit is that people are less likely to miss the audio prompts for "8....3....4 to Window 4" which has the net effect of speeding things right along, but makes the wait more boring (glad I brought a book).
They have a photo booth at the entrance, for $2 you get the two passport photos that are requested on the forms and website, only one of which is needed, as I'll explain later.
I then got to skip ahead of the next line, which consisted of over 100 people. Wow. The little blue US passport was like a magic wand in that place: just wave it at the person tending the line and they pull the nylon tape out of the way and usher you to the next stop. Good stuff!
At the window, things proceeded well with the exception of the person behind the glass insisting that I put at least two US phone numbers. See... I don't call US phone numbers very often, and the only ones that I do call, I store them in my cellphone for reference. My cellphone was handily locked in the security checkpoint.... so I finally took a page out of my Tico survival manual: When you are required to furnish information that you don't know, and suspect is arbitrary, just make it up. So, hey, if someone calls 408-701-0001 looking for Steve.... um.... tell them I'm out of town? Sorry about that.
$75 and another brief wait got me a chance to chat with a very nice young lady who seemed to be a little slow on the uptake, but was so full of smiles that it was easy to patient with her. She offered to give me one of those fat-daddy upgraded passports because "You seem to travel a lot". Which is nice, because if past history is any indication of future performance (despite what your stock broker tells you, it usually is) I'll probably have a pretty large number of stamps in my new passport within the first month. She then informed me that my new passport would be ready in about 14 days, at which point I would need to return, with my old passport, to get my new one. In reading the website at the US Embassy Passport Page I knew that her info was only mostly true. But she didn't really seem to know that, which I found oddly disconcerting. The following are just four of the odd bits of misinformation on the website:
Along the way I accidentally pulled a serious Tico line-cutting move. If you have spent any time in Costa Rica, at some point a Tico has jumped the queue and pushed their way ahead of you. This can happen in the bank, or at a bar, or onto a bus, or a grocery store, almost anywhere. I 100% guarantee it has happened to you; unless you are sitting in the airport reading this. Even then, odds are pretty high that it happened getting off of the plane. As a visitor to this wonderful country, I usually just shrug it off and keep doing whatever I'm doing, but it does bug me. Well, yesterday I was the grand-cutter-of-long-lines. Maybe it was due to the unprecedented courtesy of the embassy security who kept letting me cut in other lines, or maybe it was subconscious expression of years of frustration, or maybe I was just tired and didn't notice. One thing is for sure: when I walked out of the thick glass "inner sanctum" door of the passport processing facility, and walked right up to the DHL desk and started talking to the DHL guy, I did so right in the face of about 45 people who were waiting in line, and would probably continue to wait in line for at least 1/2 hour before getting anything done. I did it without malice, but once I realized that I had cut off all of those people, I must confess that I did snicker a little bit (internally) at how, for the first time, I as on the winning end of such a bold move.
After my Embassy coup (getting in and out in less than 90 minutes really did seem a coup to me), I had to navigate across town to pick some stuff up for a friend. It sucked, but my momentary getting-lost-in-Heredia experience probably saved the friend many hours or many $$ in work, so I'm glad to have helped. Maybe I atoned for my line-cutting.
From there I worked my way back across town to do some shopping and to find some roofing sealant stuff. I won't go into all the details, but this roofing stuff shouldn't be my job in the first place. The rat-bastard son of a motherless goat designer who built Oro del Sol did a poor job of designing the walls. There are leaks. He is legally required to fix them, but hasn't done so, despite many many appeals from us. At one point the guy actually had the gall to tell me that it would cost me more to sue him than to just fix the leak. He was right, so I'm fixing the leak but spewing venom at every opportunity. He did give us $55 worth of material to fix it ourselves, which covered about 1/2 the problm, but kept giving me "mañana" on getting me the rest of the material. Anyway, he is a bad person based on my business dealings with him and I'll take a moment to assure everyone that the odds of me selling/buying another Patrick Rey home are very nearly zero. Unless the current owner has been there long enough to have fixed the problems that he left behind. Rant over.
I've been searching high and low for this Alucapa stuff from Venezuela. Apparently there is one place that sells it in Costa Rica. ONE. I finally found them and the guy was super-nice. Nice enough to help guide me through the industrial area in which they are located, by cellphone, to get me to the store just before closing. Upon arriving I was dismayed to find out that they are all out of Alucapa. Won't get more till around June. Arrrrgh!! Frustration! But I hung around, mostly because I was so frustrated I didn't want to drive and kill someone, and we chatted. After a spell, I discovered that they did have some end-cuts in a pile. Pretty big end-cuts. Big enough, in fact, that when we put a bunch together it was actually more than a full roll. Whoo-hoo! I asked if I could buy the cuts, the friendly guy disappeared into the office for a minute, then returned and said, "Just take it". Now, I know I only "scored" $55 worth of free material. But compared to getting nothing, or re-inventing the wheel, or waiting until June (well into the rainy season), I was elated.
As if that wasn't enough, I asked for directions to get to where I was going next, in order to miss the rapidly accumulating huge traffic jam, and the nice fellow offered to lead me all the way across town, through rush hour traffic, as he was sorta going in the same direction anyway. He probably added 1/2 hour to his evening commute, but saved me at least an hour. What a nice guy! If you need roofing products in San Jose, check out Cindu, in La Uruca, in front of Loza.
I did my last errand, a quick trip to the Costa Rica ARB distributor, to pick up 2 orings that defy Costa Rican postal transit (two tries, no success to date). The proprietor there is a great guy and I wish I had more time to chew the fat with him, but it was getting dark and I wanted to get home.
So at 6pm, after a very long day, I set out on a long drive back to Tamarindo. I did stop along the road and ate a GREAT dinner (whole fried corvina, yucca, salad, lemonade, hot coffee... all for about $7) which took nearly an hour. I also had to stop a few more times to stretch and walk around a bit as I was feeling drowsy. I got in the door at 11:09pm, exhausted.
Whew.
*Note on DHL: "'closer to you", in this case, means that DHL can only deliver your passport to the "nearest DHL office", which actually means "nearest DHL distribution center", which, for me, means Liberia. That's about an hour from my house, but much better than driving back to San Jose for it. Still.... if they can take it to their office, why can't they take it to my office? Isn't that what DHL does? Deliver stuff?
Blogger just sent me a note saying that they won't be supporting ftp-based blogs anymore. WTH? Now why in good gravy would they do that? It appears that they would rather shoulder the cost of the bandwidth than have me pay for my own site, or they want me to get a custom url... I haven't even read the whole note yet, but I'm frustrated by yet another example of the computer-based world's inability to just leave well-enough alone. We've been using this system for.... I don't remember how long! 5 years? But now we'll be doing something different. So if you see major operating issues with Sandcruiser.com come about May 1, it is because Google has decided to mess with things and we're trying to find the least painful solution. If anyone has any suggestions for alternative blogging software/systems, please feel free to let me know.
And speaking of blogs- I just found Bio Truck Expedition which is a well-written travelogue about a man with wanderlust and a veggie-powered Mercedes van. His exploits to date include some QT in an Indian jail (for having a satphone) as well as some mechanical mishaps, hang-gliding, and who-know-what. Take a look, you'll probably enjoy reading about his travels.
As for yesterday:
Got up at 4, didn't get out of here until a little after 6:30 due to a coffee machine failure, low tire pressure, some pressing email, and a desire to play with the dog a little bit before leaving her alone all day long. Took the new highway to San Jose from Caldera. It is a much nicer road than the old highway. The tolls aren't too high, but might seem that way to many locals. I didn't keep track but would estimate that it was about 2,000 colones, total, which is under $4. It almost certainly saves at least $4 in fuel and wear and tear on the vehicle. I'm sure that under normal conditions, it also saves much time. I was unlucky in that there were two spots in which they were doing road repair due to rock slides.... so I waited for about 15 minutes at each and had more traffic, so it probably added 45 minutes to the drive, which erased much of the gains of taking the fast road. So be it. I arrived at the US Embassy around 10-something (Note: 4 1/2 hours to San Jose is a big step up from the old highway which takes 5-7 hours. All this for a drive that is less than 150 miles).
The Embassy trip marks for me the very first time that I've felt preferential treatment for being a gringo in Costa Rica. Upon arrival I skipped to the front of the 50-person line and was admitted straight into the 1st security checkpoint. Should you go there, be aware that they will hold your iPod, phone, flashlight, headphones... pretty much anything electronic, while you are inside the embassy. I am sure it is for "security" but I suspect that a fringe benefit is that people are less likely to miss the audio prompts for "8....3....4 to Window 4" which has the net effect of speeding things right along, but makes the wait more boring (glad I brought a book).
They have a photo booth at the entrance, for $2 you get the two passport photos that are requested on the forms and website, only one of which is needed, as I'll explain later.
I then got to skip ahead of the next line, which consisted of over 100 people. Wow. The little blue US passport was like a magic wand in that place: just wave it at the person tending the line and they pull the nylon tape out of the way and usher you to the next stop. Good stuff!
At the window, things proceeded well with the exception of the person behind the glass insisting that I put at least two US phone numbers. See... I don't call US phone numbers very often, and the only ones that I do call, I store them in my cellphone for reference. My cellphone was handily locked in the security checkpoint.... so I finally took a page out of my Tico survival manual: When you are required to furnish information that you don't know, and suspect is arbitrary, just make it up. So, hey, if someone calls 408-701-0001 looking for Steve.... um.... tell them I'm out of town? Sorry about that.
$75 and another brief wait got me a chance to chat with a very nice young lady who seemed to be a little slow on the uptake, but was so full of smiles that it was easy to patient with her. She offered to give me one of those fat-daddy upgraded passports because "You seem to travel a lot". Which is nice, because if past history is any indication of future performance (despite what your stock broker tells you, it usually is) I'll probably have a pretty large number of stamps in my new passport within the first month. She then informed me that my new passport would be ready in about 14 days, at which point I would need to return, with my old passport, to get my new one. In reading the website at the US Embassy Passport Page I knew that her info was only mostly true. But she didn't really seem to know that, which I found oddly disconcerting. The following are just four of the odd bits of misinformation on the website:
| The website says | My Experience |
| "You need two passport photos." | I got two, carried one around, then finally asked "What about this second photo" to which she replied "Give it to your wife!" Huh. Sure glad I bought two photos. No harm done, but... Why ask for two if you only need one? |
| "Since October 1, 2007, DHL can deliver your passport for you for a nominal fee" | This is true! For only $6 or so, DHL can get your passport closer to you*. But the girl behind the window disavowed knowledge of how it worked, even though I am certain that she does it every single day. Odd. |
| "Your passport will be ready in 10-12 days" | The window girl said 14-15 days, the DHL guys said 12 days. It isn't so critical to my life to know exactly when they say that it'll be ready as I assume it will be ready within 7-21 days and that's just that. But they might try to get their stories straight. |
| The most confusing: The website says that you can pay DHL to take your old passport back, where it will be canceled, then they will bring your new passport. (That's another couple dollars and would save someone like me many hours of driving or flying to get my passport) | I asked the window girl if I could just leave my passport... She was HORRIFIED. I may as well have asked her to eat a live snake. She went on and on about how the passport is a crucial identity document, should always be safe, never leave it anywhere, blah blah blah. "But...", I tried, "...wouldn't it be safer to leave it with the State Department than to send it to them via DHL in 10 days?" .... she was having none of that. NONE! of that. So I went to the DHL counter and he said: "Oh, just have her cancel the passport now, so you don't have to pay to send it back and wait an extra day." Eureka. It is all in the wording. "Cancel"is what I should have said, not "leave". So I go back to nice window girl: "Can you cancel this now so that I don't have to send it back?" to which she replies.... "Oh, you can just punch some holes in it, so that it can't be scanned." It remains to be seen if they are going to demand my old passport before sending my new one. I'm at about 50/50 on the odds. Time will tell. |
Along the way I accidentally pulled a serious Tico line-cutting move. If you have spent any time in Costa Rica, at some point a Tico has jumped the queue and pushed their way ahead of you. This can happen in the bank, or at a bar, or onto a bus, or a grocery store, almost anywhere. I 100% guarantee it has happened to you; unless you are sitting in the airport reading this. Even then, odds are pretty high that it happened getting off of the plane. As a visitor to this wonderful country, I usually just shrug it off and keep doing whatever I'm doing, but it does bug me. Well, yesterday I was the grand-cutter-of-long-lines. Maybe it was due to the unprecedented courtesy of the embassy security who kept letting me cut in other lines, or maybe it was subconscious expression of years of frustration, or maybe I was just tired and didn't notice. One thing is for sure: when I walked out of the thick glass "inner sanctum" door of the passport processing facility, and walked right up to the DHL desk and started talking to the DHL guy, I did so right in the face of about 45 people who were waiting in line, and would probably continue to wait in line for at least 1/2 hour before getting anything done. I did it without malice, but once I realized that I had cut off all of those people, I must confess that I did snicker a little bit (internally) at how, for the first time, I as on the winning end of such a bold move.
After my Embassy coup (getting in and out in less than 90 minutes really did seem a coup to me), I had to navigate across town to pick some stuff up for a friend. It sucked, but my momentary getting-lost-in-Heredia experience probably saved the friend many hours or many $$ in work, so I'm glad to have helped. Maybe I atoned for my line-cutting.
From there I worked my way back across town to do some shopping and to find some roofing sealant stuff. I won't go into all the details, but this roofing stuff shouldn't be my job in the first place. The rat-bastard son of a motherless goat designer who built Oro del Sol did a poor job of designing the walls. There are leaks. He is legally required to fix them, but hasn't done so, despite many many appeals from us. At one point the guy actually had the gall to tell me that it would cost me more to sue him than to just fix the leak. He was right, so I'm fixing the leak but spewing venom at every opportunity. He did give us $55 worth of material to fix it ourselves, which covered about 1/2 the problm, but kept giving me "mañana" on getting me the rest of the material. Anyway, he is a bad person based on my business dealings with him and I'll take a moment to assure everyone that the odds of me selling/buying another Patrick Rey home are very nearly zero. Unless the current owner has been there long enough to have fixed the problems that he left behind. Rant over.
I've been searching high and low for this Alucapa stuff from Venezuela. Apparently there is one place that sells it in Costa Rica. ONE. I finally found them and the guy was super-nice. Nice enough to help guide me through the industrial area in which they are located, by cellphone, to get me to the store just before closing. Upon arriving I was dismayed to find out that they are all out of Alucapa. Won't get more till around June. Arrrrgh!! Frustration! But I hung around, mostly because I was so frustrated I didn't want to drive and kill someone, and we chatted. After a spell, I discovered that they did have some end-cuts in a pile. Pretty big end-cuts. Big enough, in fact, that when we put a bunch together it was actually more than a full roll. Whoo-hoo! I asked if I could buy the cuts, the friendly guy disappeared into the office for a minute, then returned and said, "Just take it". Now, I know I only "scored" $55 worth of free material. But compared to getting nothing, or re-inventing the wheel, or waiting until June (well into the rainy season), I was elated.
As if that wasn't enough, I asked for directions to get to where I was going next, in order to miss the rapidly accumulating huge traffic jam, and the nice fellow offered to lead me all the way across town, through rush hour traffic, as he was sorta going in the same direction anyway. He probably added 1/2 hour to his evening commute, but saved me at least an hour. What a nice guy! If you need roofing products in San Jose, check out Cindu, in La Uruca, in front of Loza.
I did my last errand, a quick trip to the Costa Rica ARB distributor, to pick up 2 orings that defy Costa Rican postal transit (two tries, no success to date). The proprietor there is a great guy and I wish I had more time to chew the fat with him, but it was getting dark and I wanted to get home.
So at 6pm, after a very long day, I set out on a long drive back to Tamarindo. I did stop along the road and ate a GREAT dinner (whole fried corvina, yucca, salad, lemonade, hot coffee... all for about $7) which took nearly an hour. I also had to stop a few more times to stretch and walk around a bit as I was feeling drowsy. I got in the door at 11:09pm, exhausted.
Whew.
*Note on DHL: "'closer to you", in this case, means that DHL can only deliver your passport to the "nearest DHL office", which actually means "nearest DHL distribution center", which, for me, means Liberia. That's about an hour from my house, but much better than driving back to San Jose for it. Still.... if they can take it to their office, why can't they take it to my office? Isn't that what DHL does? Deliver stuff?
Labels: Costa Rica, land cruiser, passport, photo, repair, travel
Fixing Gauges
One of folks on ih8mud.com has taken the time to figure out how to make the gauge indicate a better range- by changing some resistors. I'm going to try to duplicate his efforts... we'll see if I succeed or if I need to buy another gauge. It'll be one of the other, I imagine.
These are some before pictures: In taking the gauge apart, I also realized why my oil pressure gauge doesn't work. It seems to have burned out at some point, probably because of bad grounding on the motor swap. I'm going to try to repair it as well, can't break it any worse than "not working". I'm not sure yet, but I wonder if the bent portion in the photo below, with the white wire wrapped around it, is supposed to be straight. If so, then something went horribly wrong at some point.
I look forward to assembling it tomorrow to see if it actually reacts to temperature changes now!
Labels: land cruiser, photo, repair
Temperature Probeinto Nicolas' Land Cruiser
There are many options as to where to put the probe in such a setup, we chose to take an easy route that may or may not stand the test of time. I post some photos here for others who are keeping track and to open the door to "I told you so" later. Either giving or receiving (hopefully me giving).
Installing the probe was darn easy: the plastic top of the radiator is a thick section of high-quality resin that drilled nicely and was stiff enough for a 1/8" NPT tap to get a good bite. The thickness is about 1/4" in this area, and not too rounded. In all I estimate that we had 4 or 5 threads in radiator into which the probe could get a good hold.
Because the probe relies on a ground path through the probe housing, we added a washer and a short wire to a nut on the upper radiator support, the ground wire has a blue shrink-wrap cover. The top wire goes to the gauge. The wiring tucked neatly into the corrugated wire sheath as seen, and in general was a clean installation.To prevent getting plastic bits in the coolant, we detached the top hose and stuck a bent soup spoon into the radiator. It caught a large amount of plastic from the drilling and tapping.
To help prevent future leaks, we dabbed some silicone sealant onto the threads of the probe. Normally that's a bad idea- because the probe grounds itself through those threads, but in this case it should help seal and keep the probe from moving against the threads and potentially stripping them (brass is much harder than plastic, after all).
We were worried at the height of the probe, but the radiator sits pretty far back under the bulge of the hood, so there is no contact with the heat-insulation and no need to fret.
Labels: expedition, land cruiser, repair
Nicolas' Great Adventure Continues
Nicolas Rapp is driving around the world but along the way he has had some minor mechanical setbacks. You can read more about it on his blog, but the short story is that a steering sector shaft broke, which led to a collision that led to to front axle mayhem.
When Nicolas finally rolled into Costa Rica after a delay in Honduras and another in Nicaragua, it couldn't have come as much of a surprise that he was bound for yet another delay. When I offered him a place to spend a night or two, I thought that we might fix some minor detail on the truck, enjoy a few beers, and wave goodbye after, um, a night or two. But the Cruiser gods had something else in mind.
The last post I wrote has some more pics and info about finding a broken side gear in the differential. For those of you not mechanically inclined, a broken gear in the front differential can safely be considered a major repair. Not quite catastrophic, but very bad. So it was incredible good luck that he ended up here, and that I noticed the problem, and that we could tear into it.
Even more incredibly lucky, on the order of "I really can't believe it" lucky, is that Toyota Costa Rica had a new differential gear set in stock. It was even about 25% less expensive than the same part in the USA, which was a nice touch to the "Holy Moly we have been lucky on this job!" situation. So we ordered the part and some other minor spares, and they came a mere 24 hours later. In the mean time, I determined that setting up the differential was a little beyond my expertise level for a vehicle that will soon find itself in the wilds of Africa. Our great luck continued when we found a qualified mechanic who could put the diff back together for us in "1 day". Not too surprisingly for Costa Rica, "1 day" took a little longer than 36 hours. Still well within the realm of giddiness-inducing great luck.
While we were waiting on various parts to arrive and mechanics to perform, we also took a look at what Nicolas thought was a potential overheating problem. As it turned out, it is merely a fairly normal phenomenon for this model-year gas-powered Cruiser. The front DS fender gets hot when you drive them in hot weather. Who knew? But just to be on the safe side, we did change out his thermostat/gasket and get a new radiator cap. We also bought and installed a temperature gauge so that he has something more than just the stock gauge for helping determine if he is running hotter than he should be. In the short period that he was here after the gauge install, it seems that he maintains temps between 195 and 210, which is perfectly normal operating temperature for his motor. More good news!
We sent Nicolas and Nadia off with a quick trip to a beautiful local beach and vague directions towards Arenal. The beach gave us a good location to test out his newly repaired differential lockers (they work!) and also a nice primer on how to drive in sand.
All said, their visit was closer to eight days than two or three, but they were wonderful guests and we certainly can't blame them that the Cruiser needed a little more mechanical work than anyone had anticipated. I would be happy to host them again any time, though I must admit that we are looking forward to getting our daily schedule back towards a more normal state of affairs. I should point out-- Nicolas did an amazing job of supplying us with Nicaraguan beer and Rum. I'm sure we put a serious dent into what must have been his libations stash. Nadia was 100% smiles and a dish-washing-dervish, which is always welcome in our perpetually just-shy-of-clean kitchen.
As an extra bonus, now when I follow Nicolas' website around the world, I'll get the added happy feeling of knowing the author and knowing that I was able to give back a little of the generosity that I have been fortunate to receive in the past. I only wish that we could have spent a little more time driving around this beautiful area instead of wrenching on his truck. Oh,well... next time.
When Nicolas finally rolled into Costa Rica after a delay in Honduras and another in Nicaragua, it couldn't have come as much of a surprise that he was bound for yet another delay. When I offered him a place to spend a night or two, I thought that we might fix some minor detail on the truck, enjoy a few beers, and wave goodbye after, um, a night or two. But the Cruiser gods had something else in mind.
Even more incredibly lucky, on the order of "I really can't believe it" lucky, is that Toyota Costa Rica had a new differential gear set in stock. It was even about 25% less expensive than the same part in the USA, which was a nice touch to the "Holy Moly we have been lucky on this job!" situation. So we ordered the part and some other minor spares, and they came a mere 24 hours later. In the mean time, I determined that setting up the differential was a little beyond my expertise level for a vehicle that will soon find itself in the wilds of Africa. Our great luck continued when we found a qualified mechanic who could put the diff back together for us in "1 day". Not too surprisingly for Costa Rica, "1 day" took a little longer than 36 hours. Still well within the realm of giddiness-inducing great luck.
While we were waiting on various parts to arrive and mechanics to perform, we also took a look at what Nicolas thought was a potential overheating problem. As it turned out, it is merely a fairly normal phenomenon for this model-year gas-powered Cruiser. The front DS fender gets hot when you drive them in hot weather. Who knew? But just to be on the safe side, we did change out his thermostat/gasket and get a new radiator cap. We also bought and installed a temperature gauge so that he has something more than just the stock gauge for helping determine if he is running hotter than he should be. In the short period that he was here after the gauge install, it seems that he maintains temps between 195 and 210, which is perfectly normal operating temperature for his motor. More good news!
All said, their visit was closer to eight days than two or three, but they were wonderful guests and we certainly can't blame them that the Cruiser needed a little more mechanical work than anyone had anticipated. I would be happy to host them again any time, though I must admit that we are looking forward to getting our daily schedule back towards a more normal state of affairs. I should point out-- Nicolas did an amazing job of supplying us with Nicaraguan beer and Rum. I'm sure we put a serious dent into what must have been his libations stash. Nadia was 100% smiles and a dish-washing-dervish, which is always welcome in our perpetually just-shy-of-clean kitchen.
Labels: 4wd, 4x4, Costa Rica, expedition, land cruiser, photo, repair, travel
Front Diff Woes
Short version: Young man starts out on round the world journey in Land Cruiser. Steering part snaps. Cruiser hits mountain in Honduras. Damage ensues. Young man fixes most damage in Honduras and Nicaragua. Arrives Costa Rica where I help him find more damage. We are fixing it now and he hopes to be back on the road, soon. You can read about his journey on Transworld Expedition Blog
The part on the right of the picture is half of a side gear for the front differential. It should be connected to the other half of itself but has sheared (shorn?) off. In a nutshell, the diff is pooched and we are sourcing another. The part number at Toyota for a gear set that includes 2 side gears and 4 pinion gears is 41039-34060. Toyota charges nearly $400 for the set. The carnage wasn't very spectacular, but you can see (below) that the section that broke is a pretty thick bit of steel. Must have been some impact.
Labels: 4wd, 4x4, Costa Rica, land cruiser, repair, travel
Truck Weekend
After class on Saturday I finally broke down and bought new tires. I've been reluctant because I want to switch to 16" rims and a certain tire size (255/85r16) but between the higher cost of those tires and the additional cost of new rims, couple with the fact that it is difficult to find the rims that I want and also difficult to find the tires that I want in this area, I gave up. Sounds dramatic. I always fret too much over tire purchases because I figure I'll be using those tires for the next 3-5 years and prefer to do it "right" in the first place.
But the old tires were wearing very fast. There was still plenty of tread- at least 30%- but the steel belts had burst through the outer layer on one tire last month, and another this week. I swapped the first into the spare position, but had to drive on the second for a few days and was very nervous about it. Driving around unsafe is dumb.
So I bit the bullet and bought some new tires in Santa Cruz. Ended up with 33x12.50r15 Yokohama Geolander MTs. I would have been happy to have put an all terrain on- saves a little bit of fuel consumption/noise, but there weren't any to be found in that size. The slightly larger (I did have 31's) tires look great on the truck and it drives much better with new, balanced tires.
Since I now had tires (and had fixed some other stuff earlier in the week) I immediately drove the hour south to the vehicle inspection station to get my annual revision completed. Dropping in without an appointment on Saturday was a bad idea. I spent over an hour waiting to get into line, then about half an hour in line (faster than normal), then another half hour driving through the whole station, just so that a tech could look at my new bushings (10 seconds) and say "ok!".
One plus to being stuck in the station chit-chatting with the tech was that he was happy to help me weigh the truck-- they have a big suspension machine onto which you can drive front or rear tires, then it displays the weight at each wheel.
Mine were:
Just in case you were wondering. Not sure why the front driver's side is heavier, I certainly don't weigh 100kg (200lbs). Not sure I care too much.
One the way home there was a transit police officer sitting under a shade tree, casually gunning people on the highway. I passed and waved (I always wave in the hopes that over time they'll recognize me and be nicer should I be caught speeding- there are only 10 or so officers in this area in the transit division). Then it ocurred to me that I could check the new tires effect on my speedometer against the cop's radar gun. In the end, I'm more interested that my speedometer match the cop's gun than that it be accurate. They're not ticketing based on reality but rather based on what the radar says.
So I turned around and drove back, pulling over at his truck. I think it made him a little nervous to have someone pull themselves over. But I slowly got out and chatted him up. Once I explained what I wanted, he was happy to help out.
So I did another pass, he recorded my speed, and it looks like the taller tires have put my speedometer bang-on. I was doing "just shy of 80 kph" on my speedometer and he showed me driving 77kph. Good enough for me. Chatting with him the second time, he was much nicer and asked me some questions about the truck. I'm always amazed at the bad rap that police are given. I've had some bad experiences, sure, but whenever I talk to them for a bit, they almost always turn out to be friendly.
Sunday was a lot of work for little progress. As Jocelyn points out, I may have set a new record for installing my rear sway bar. I started around 7am, planning to be done in about an hour. I finished around 1:45pm. Short version: I sheared a bolt head. Lesson learned: a few minutes chasing out old, rusty holes with a tap before installing old rusty bolts is time well spent in prevention.
Lesson #2: "Easy Out" isn't a good description for the tool it describes. A better name would be: drill-in-awkward-position, struggle to set not sharp tool into bolt, crank until passing through bolt, then have to weld rebar to shank to pull out before finally giving up and drilling out old nut to re-tap with larger diameter and use different bolt. But that would be a lot of words to fit on a small package. So I'll just have to remember that "Easy Out" isn't. Lesson learned.
At least the sway bar is installed.
But I can't drive the truck to test it because my driver's window motor seems to have failed. I'll be working on that this morning (Monday) so that I can actually close said window. I don't like electric windows.
Sure is a pretty morning- coolish, light breezes, time to shut computer and open car door to fix window.
But the old tires were wearing very fast. There was still plenty of tread- at least 30%- but the steel belts had burst through the outer layer on one tire last month, and another this week. I swapped the first into the spare position, but had to drive on the second for a few days and was very nervous about it. Driving around unsafe is dumb.
So I bit the bullet and bought some new tires in Santa Cruz. Ended up with 33x12.50r15 Yokohama Geolander MTs. I would have been happy to have put an all terrain on- saves a little bit of fuel consumption/noise, but there weren't any to be found in that size. The slightly larger (I did have 31's) tires look great on the truck and it drives much better with new, balanced tires.
Since I now had tires (and had fixed some other stuff earlier in the week) I immediately drove the hour south to the vehicle inspection station to get my annual revision completed. Dropping in without an appointment on Saturday was a bad idea. I spent over an hour waiting to get into line, then about half an hour in line (faster than normal), then another half hour driving through the whole station, just so that a tech could look at my new bushings (10 seconds) and say "ok!".
One plus to being stuck in the station chit-chatting with the tech was that he was happy to help me weigh the truck-- they have a big suspension machine onto which you can drive front or rear tires, then it displays the weight at each wheel.
Mine were:
| driver's | passenger's | |
| front | 642 kg (1412 lbs) | 552 kg (1214 lbs) |
| rear | 664 kg (1460 lbs) | 640 kg (1408 lbs) |
Just in case you were wondering. Not sure why the front driver's side is heavier, I certainly don't weigh 100kg (200lbs). Not sure I care too much.
One the way home there was a transit police officer sitting under a shade tree, casually gunning people on the highway. I passed and waved (I always wave in the hopes that over time they'll recognize me and be nicer should I be caught speeding- there are only 10 or so officers in this area in the transit division). Then it ocurred to me that I could check the new tires effect on my speedometer against the cop's radar gun. In the end, I'm more interested that my speedometer match the cop's gun than that it be accurate. They're not ticketing based on reality but rather based on what the radar says.
So I turned around and drove back, pulling over at his truck. I think it made him a little nervous to have someone pull themselves over. But I slowly got out and chatted him up. Once I explained what I wanted, he was happy to help out.
So I did another pass, he recorded my speed, and it looks like the taller tires have put my speedometer bang-on. I was doing "just shy of 80 kph" on my speedometer and he showed me driving 77kph. Good enough for me. Chatting with him the second time, he was much nicer and asked me some questions about the truck. I'm always amazed at the bad rap that police are given. I've had some bad experiences, sure, but whenever I talk to them for a bit, they almost always turn out to be friendly.
Sunday was a lot of work for little progress. As Jocelyn points out, I may have set a new record for installing my rear sway bar. I started around 7am, planning to be done in about an hour. I finished around 1:45pm. Short version: I sheared a bolt head. Lesson learned: a few minutes chasing out old, rusty holes with a tap before installing old rusty bolts is time well spent in prevention.
Lesson #2: "Easy Out" isn't a good description for the tool it describes. A better name would be: drill-in-awkward-position, struggle to set not sharp tool into bolt, crank until passing through bolt, then have to weld rebar to shank to pull out before finally giving up and drilling out old nut to re-tap with larger diameter and use different bolt. But that would be a lot of words to fit on a small package. So I'll just have to remember that "Easy Out" isn't. Lesson learned.
At least the sway bar is installed.
But I can't drive the truck to test it because my driver's window motor seems to have failed. I'll be working on that this morning (Monday) so that I can actually close said window. I don't like electric windows.
Sure is a pretty morning- coolish, light breezes, time to shut computer and open car door to fix window.
Labels: land cruiser, repair, tamarindo, weather
New Bushings
Got the new bushings installed on Tuesday. That was an experience in and of itself. Faithful followers of the Sandcruiser story (at least those with excellent memories) might remember many moons ago Soop, Teddy and I took Teddy's van to Santa Cruz to get his springs re-arched. That involved much sweat, a lot of patience, some chicken sandwiches, some inappropriate welding, and ended in three people sharing 1 bathroom for a long night of intense bowel distress. Ahhh, the memories. If you don't remember the story (and we won't fault you) you can re-live it here in an excerpt from Soop's excellent journal.
But I digress.
So I went back to the very same spring shop in Santa Cruz because I knew that they have a hydraulic press. A press is really awfully handy for getting 2" diameter bushings out of steel control arms. The other way involved all manner of burning, hacksawing, probably ruining a finger or two and almost certainly doing a half-assed job in the end. I opted for the press.
What I had not fully recalled was the squallor that characterized the press shop. Wow. I watched as two "professionals" spent the better part of on hour pressing out the old bushings and installing new. They found the right combination of random bits of what looked like old oil pipe to act as punches and supports for the bushings. Then put them down in the midst of the mess and had to re-invent the wheel for the next bushing. They did this four times. As they finished installing number three, I suggested "hey, maybe you should keep those pieces handy- you know, for installing number four?" They looked at me like I had just escaped the insane asylum and was drooling on my shirt while begging for candy or perhaps dried toads. Why on earth would we keep the parts when we are going to use them again in 10 minutes? Crazy Gringo.
It would be pointless to wonder about why they didn't just press out all four, then install all four, so as not to have to change any of the bits and parts. I imagine it would be easier to simply build my own press from scraps than to convince them to change their ways.
It is a little tough to complain too bitterly... while the project could have taken 1 hour instead of 3.5, it did only cost me $40 to have them remove/replace the arms and press out then press in four bushings.
And this time I didn't have the chicken, which was the best decision of all.
Labels: Costa Rica, land cruiser, repair
Fridge Repair
Last week I managed to fix the control board on the fridge by spending $20 on capacitors instead of paying $180 for a tech to come out and charge me $300 for a new control board.
Buoyed by that success, I decided to see if I could figure out why the light-goblin in the fridge takes a few seconds to turn the light on when we open the door.
It isn't such a terrible problem, but now that the light works (it did not, prior to the first repair) I find myself annoyed by the sudden flash of light after my eyes have adjusted to the darkness inside the fridge.
The problem was pretty clearly related to the door switch. It takes a while to activate. So I popped the switch out with my screwdriver and noticed that it is "not user serviceable". Bah! Humbug! It's a switch! I'm not paying $15 to GE for a darn switch. Besides, it'll take who-knows-how-long to get it.
So out comes the dremel and.... bingo! User serviceable part!
The switch is rather elegant, actually. The terminals are each a single sheet of copper with a contact on it. One terminal flexes to push on a plastic piston that pushes against a lever that is actuated by the door. When the door is closed, the piston pushed the one terminal's contact away from the other contact. When the door opens, the terminal pushes the piston outward and comes into contact with the other contact, closing the switch. Simple.
But the open/close cycles have arced a few times and the contacts are pitted and coated in carbon (which doesn't conduct electricity very well).
I polished them with steel wool and a pencil eraser, then spritzed some silicone spray on there to help prevent future carbon deposits and arcs, then lightly bent each contact to make them a little springier. After gluing the switch closed, it should work much better! Total cost: 4 drops of super glue (3 cents?) and a spritz of silicone spray (2 cents?). Savings: $14.95 (plus shipping) and several weeks of waiting for the part to arrive.
And best of all? Now when I go hunting for beer, I can see where I'm going without having to wait for the fridge-light-goblin to wake up and turn the light on. I suppose that it will also mean that the fridge will stop trying to cool itself when the door is open, which will mean a lot less work for a lucky few electrons who aren't called upon to throw themselves willy nilly at the various motors involved.
And if you buy into that whole butterfly-effect thing: maybe the resultant 2 oz of carbon dioxide that isn't produced by me not wasting power.... maybe that'll give the Maldivians a few more days. But mostly, its about the beer.
Buoyed by that success, I decided to see if I could figure out why the light-goblin in the fridge takes a few seconds to turn the light on when we open the door.
It isn't such a terrible problem, but now that the light works (it did not, prior to the first repair) I find myself annoyed by the sudden flash of light after my eyes have adjusted to the darkness inside the fridge.
The problem was pretty clearly related to the door switch. It takes a while to activate. So I popped the switch out with my screwdriver and noticed that it is "not user serviceable". Bah! Humbug! It's a switch! I'm not paying $15 to GE for a darn switch. Besides, it'll take who-knows-how-long to get it.
So out comes the dremel and.... bingo! User serviceable part!The switch is rather elegant, actually. The terminals are each a single sheet of copper with a contact on it. One terminal flexes to push on a plastic piston that pushes against a lever that is actuated by the door. When the door is closed, the piston pushed the one terminal's contact away from the other contact. When the door opens, the terminal pushes the piston outward and comes into contact with the other contact, closing the switch. Simple.
But the open/close cycles have arced a few times and the contacts are pitted and coated in carbon (which doesn't conduct electricity very well). 
I polished them with steel wool and a pencil eraser, then spritzed some silicone spray on there to help prevent future carbon deposits and arcs, then lightly bent each contact to make them a little springier. After gluing the switch closed, it should work much better! Total cost: 4 drops of super glue (3 cents?) and a spritz of silicone spray (2 cents?). Savings: $14.95 (plus shipping) and several weeks of waiting for the part to arrive.And best of all? Now when I go hunting for beer, I can see where I'm going without having to wait for the fridge-light-goblin to wake up and turn the light on. I suppose that it will also mean that the fridge will stop trying to cool itself when the door is open, which will mean a lot less work for a lucky few electrons who aren't called upon to throw themselves willy nilly at the various motors involved.
And if you buy into that whole butterfly-effect thing: maybe the resultant 2 oz of carbon dioxide that isn't produced by me not wasting power.... maybe that'll give the Maldivians a few more days. But mostly, its about the beer.
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