Transducer Removal Help Needed
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Luckily Lenny Lent Laudable Lateral Leverage
When all was said and done, all it took was this man and his pipe wrench:
[img]http://www.mainephoto.com/folios/Lenny110317-3.jpg[/img]
First, after I had built a really nifty puller (what a waste of $1.79 that turned out to be!), we proceeded to drill from the outside. Then, three now-dull drill bits later, I sent Lenny into the cabin with his manly tool. Presto! No heat, no chemicals, it twists free.
You can see on the transducer that we managed to make a 1/8" dimple in it with the aforementioned bits, plus fire.
If I had not discovered this board and CDSOA, I would have to do a lot of this unpleasant stuff myself!!
[img]http://www.mainephoto.com/folios/Lenny110317-3.jpg[/img]
First, after I had built a really nifty puller (what a waste of $1.79 that turned out to be!), we proceeded to drill from the outside. Then, three now-dull drill bits later, I sent Lenny into the cabin with his manly tool. Presto! No heat, no chemicals, it twists free.
You can see on the transducer that we managed to make a 1/8" dimple in it with the aforementioned bits, plus fire.
If I had not discovered this board and CDSOA, I would have to do a lot of this unpleasant stuff myself!!
Dean Abramson
Cape Dory 31 "Loda May"
Falmouth, Maine
Cape Dory 31 "Loda May"
Falmouth, Maine
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Re: Luckily Lenny Lent Laudable Lateral Leverage
Dean and Lenny:Dean Abramson wrote: [img]http://www.mainephoto.com/folios/Lenny110317-3.jpg[/img]
The phrase that comes to my mind:
One picture is worth a thousand words
Lenny, if I need your "expertise" on my hopefully to-be-soon-purchased CD 25D are you willing to travel to Miami
Fair winds,
Robert
Sea Hunt a/k/a "The Tadpole Sailor"
CDSOA #1097
Robert
Sea Hunt a/k/a "The Tadpole Sailor"
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Transducer Removal
I agree with Robert. When all else fails, "NUKE IT".
BTW, can someone tell me if that's a left hand or a right hand pipe wrench?
O J
BTW, can someone tell me if that's a left hand or a right hand pipe wrench?
O J
"If I rest, I rust"
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Looks to me like he's got it in his right hand. I notice the handle seems a little bent like most of mine. Comes from using a pipe on it. Ain't that what a "pipe" wrench is all about? Great removal though. On the other hand, it could have been in his other hand when he did the job! I hope some more observant sailor can help here.
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FOND MEMORIES
Al and all,
The successful removal of the throughhull brings back many memories. But some of them weren't so fond , to say the least.
When I was a kid in grade school and early high school, I used to help out in the family boatyard after school and on Saturdays. I was the official grunt, go fer and #1 receiver of practical jokes.
Those characters would send me off on some wild missions. I'd have to hop on my bicycle and pedal over three miles each way to the hardware store to buy a left handed monkey wrench. Once, when they said they wanted to clean an old engine, they sent me to get a bucket of steam. Thinking back, the store clerk must have had a big grin whenever I walked into his store. Those guys just wouldn't quit.
There was a worker named Scotty who took a liking to me. Scotty patiently taught and showed me a lot of thngs. One afternoon, the big guns at the yard spent over five minutes sucking me in on an elaborate scheme to have a chuckle at my expense. Finally, they decided to paint the interior of a boat a certain way. They sent me into town to buy a gallon of blue based plaid paint.
Before I left, Scotty called me over and whispered something in my ear. He gave me a dime and told me exactly what to do. I went into town and spent Saturday at the double feature at the local movie house . When I came back way late, I explained that I pedaled into three different towns and tried my best to find the plaid paint, to no avail..
I kept a straight face when I explained my failure. I wasn't the only one with a straight face as they glanced back and forth at each other. Sometimes, the worm turns. Thanks, Scotty.
At this time in my life, the memories are now again fond.
O J
The successful removal of the throughhull brings back many memories. But some of them weren't so fond , to say the least.
When I was a kid in grade school and early high school, I used to help out in the family boatyard after school and on Saturdays. I was the official grunt, go fer and #1 receiver of practical jokes.
Those characters would send me off on some wild missions. I'd have to hop on my bicycle and pedal over three miles each way to the hardware store to buy a left handed monkey wrench. Once, when they said they wanted to clean an old engine, they sent me to get a bucket of steam. Thinking back, the store clerk must have had a big grin whenever I walked into his store. Those guys just wouldn't quit.
There was a worker named Scotty who took a liking to me. Scotty patiently taught and showed me a lot of thngs. One afternoon, the big guns at the yard spent over five minutes sucking me in on an elaborate scheme to have a chuckle at my expense. Finally, they decided to paint the interior of a boat a certain way. They sent me into town to buy a gallon of blue based plaid paint.
Before I left, Scotty called me over and whispered something in my ear. He gave me a dime and told me exactly what to do. I went into town and spent Saturday at the double feature at the local movie house . When I came back way late, I explained that I pedaled into three different towns and tried my best to find the plaid paint, to no avail..
I kept a straight face when I explained my failure. I wasn't the only one with a straight face as they glanced back and forth at each other. Sometimes, the worm turns. Thanks, Scotty.
At this time in my life, the memories are now again fond.
O J
"If I rest, I rust"
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When I was a young pup in the Air Force I had a similar circumstance.
One morning a crew chief on the flight line sent me to get a wire stretcher. Well, having grown up around cattle and fences I was one step ahead of him. I actually had a fence stretcher in my car. I took the entire day off , shopped in the BX, went to the base theater and enjoyed a movie. The next morning I brought the fence stretcher with me to work. You would have to have been there to appreciate the look on his face and the raze he got from the other crew chiefs.
One morning a crew chief on the flight line sent me to get a wire stretcher. Well, having grown up around cattle and fences I was one step ahead of him. I actually had a fence stretcher in my car. I took the entire day off , shopped in the BX, went to the base theater and enjoyed a movie. The next morning I brought the fence stretcher with me to work. You would have to have been there to appreciate the look on his face and the raze he got from the other crew chiefs.
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Since this thread has gone off in another direction, which with my ADD mades perfect sense to me.
I went to a military school for high school and one of the favorite pranks was to send a new kid to the Commandant's office for a key to the flag pole.
The commandant was a very, very large man who took absolutely no BS and found nothing humorous, at least in the eyes of cadets. Fortunately, I wasn't sent to his office and was saved from his wrath, well at that time anyway.
I went to a military school for high school and one of the favorite pranks was to send a new kid to the Commandant's office for a key to the flag pole.
The commandant was a very, very large man who took absolutely no BS and found nothing humorous, at least in the eyes of cadets. Fortunately, I wasn't sent to his office and was saved from his wrath, well at that time anyway.
I guess they figured you were too smart to send you for a bucket of prop wash?sharkbait wrote:When I was a young pup in the Air Force I had a similar circumstance.
One morning a crew chief on the flight line sent me to get a wire stretcher. Well, having grown up around cattle and fences I was one step ahead of him. I actually had a fence stretcher in my car. I took the entire day off , shopped in the BX, went to the base theater and enjoyed a movie. The next morning I brought the fence stretcher with me to work. You would have to have been there to appreciate the look on his face and the raze he got from the other crew chiefs.