Truck Luck Stuck in the Muck
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Truck Luck Stuck in the Muck
Stinky runs fantastic! I've even repaired my camera, so I can get vids/audio soon. The reason for this topic? The water pump is dripping out the weep hole. I just put that ELC in there after the new cups... and me thinking I was so ahead of the game. I'd start another chapter of "The Adventures of Stinky" but I injured my arm (can't lift a coffee pot to pour a cup, let alone turn a wrench). Between that and writer's cramps, I'll have to let the Buck$Zooka do all the communicatin'... and "Bucky" has been a real chatterbox here lately. Besides the obvious drawback (copious clips of cashmunition), the neighbors are complaining about the incessant noise... it's like an endless loop of the 1812 Overture.
Stinky is in the hospital yet again. I'm not going to do this piecemeal like I did with the coolant flush after the cups... I'm just getting this out of my way for good:
Stinky is in the hospital yet again. I'm not going to do this piecemeal like I did with the coolant flush after the cups... I'm just getting this out of my way for good:
- New thermostat and housing
- New water pump
- Complete re-seal of oil cooler
- Flush and fill by somebody who's better at it than I am
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Rich, I had a trusted local shop install a new water pump assy last summer after several attempts by me at fixing the leak. New thermostat housing and upper hose wasn’t the problem. It was leaking around the pump flange seal. Came to $450, cash. I felt that was a fair price for a warrantee and piece of mind knowing it was done correctly (not by me).<O</O
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Now i use a 10gal Rubbermaid from wall mart and it gets just under half full...
Just pull the block heater and let it stop dripping...
Be VERY VERY gentle with the bolts holding the oil cooler to the timing cover... and clean ANY debris out of the bolt threads before reassembling.
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The "official" word is the water pump is typically good for 130K to 150K miles (in my region). I have almost 275K and I think it's been changed before.
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For those who have been asking....
I have an 8000-pound diesel and a set of fresh tools. Nobody here would have to strain their imagination to envision me injuring myself with a wrench in my hand... given my history. Nope, not it.
I am a certified SCUBA diver and there is a lot of heavy lifting involved with handling of tanks, belts, and wetsuits... but I went iSky (Seattle) diving this weekend, not the under-water diving. "Aha!" you say.... "I saw those vertical sky diving tubes on Mythbusters and it's easy to get hurt there." Nah, not this time.
I have a sail boat in the driveway that needs the mast mounted, kayaks that need to be lowered from the rafters, and I have a motorcycle in the garage that needs a good ride... but I didn't tend to that either.
I have no hair... so I look, walk, talk, sound, behave, and smell reasonably manly (I can use my wife as a reference on that last one) - but I lost my testostobadge with this deft demonstration of dorkhood: I pulled something in my wrist and elbow when I was lifting my computer bag out of the back seat of the car.
It gets better.
Unable to hold a cup of coffee for long or lift the pot at all, my wife urges me to see the doc. I know what he's going to say... "Stop using it". I get to the sawbones and sure enough... but he's not satisfied with just that. He gives me a note to take to work, saying I shouldn't do any heavy lifting. He wasn't listening to me - I said I injured it while lifting my computer bag out of the car... at work. I have one of the cushier jobs - turning small wrenches and programming big computers. I'm going to hand out a note that excuses me from manual labor when I really don't do a lot of that anyway? Idonthinkso.
My mojo met monolithic mortification, man.
I have an 8000-pound diesel and a set of fresh tools. Nobody here would have to strain their imagination to envision me injuring myself with a wrench in my hand... given my history. Nope, not it.
I am a certified SCUBA diver and there is a lot of heavy lifting involved with handling of tanks, belts, and wetsuits... but I went iSky (Seattle) diving this weekend, not the under-water diving. "Aha!" you say.... "I saw those vertical sky diving tubes on Mythbusters and it's easy to get hurt there." Nah, not this time.
I have a sail boat in the driveway that needs the mast mounted, kayaks that need to be lowered from the rafters, and I have a motorcycle in the garage that needs a good ride... but I didn't tend to that either.
I have no hair... so I look, walk, talk, sound, behave, and smell reasonably manly (I can use my wife as a reference on that last one) - but I lost my testostobadge with this deft demonstration of dorkhood: I pulled something in my wrist and elbow when I was lifting my computer bag out of the back seat of the car.
It gets better.
Unable to hold a cup of coffee for long or lift the pot at all, my wife urges me to see the doc. I know what he's going to say... "Stop using it". I get to the sawbones and sure enough... but he's not satisfied with just that. He gives me a note to take to work, saying I shouldn't do any heavy lifting. He wasn't listening to me - I said I injured it while lifting my computer bag out of the car... at work. I have one of the cushier jobs - turning small wrenches and programming big computers. I'm going to hand out a note that excuses me from manual labor when I really don't do a lot of that anyway? Idonthinkso.
My mojo met monolithic mortification, man.
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Once I got all the hoses replaced (gates), I went with Rotella ELC as it was available locally. Not much in the way of leaks and the truck is keeping temps in check.
So check/replace your heater hoses if you haven't already.
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Stinky christened as "Pinky"
So... I'm 60 miles from home with the temps over 90 degrees on the pavement and I smell coolant.
I can't post my initial reaction for two reasons:
After an enthralling afternoon of people-watching and watching people place their a55es in the slots to lose them, I head back to Stinky to get this done before the one auto-parts store (10 miles away) closes. The hose comes out easy enough... the water pump was just replaced by a "professional". After cleaning the hose, I'm fighting to get that silicone ribbon wrapped tight enough to hold back 15 PSI of coolant... assuming I have enough (ribbon and coolant). I don't have a zip tie (I have since put that on the list), but I have a roll of Cat 5e Ethernet cable in the back... so I tie the hose back on. Button it up, pour in the coolant, and Stinky sucks it down... leaving the degas bottle empty. "You #$%&* pig."
Oddly enough, I'm finding it difficult to keep a friendly tone with Da Big Stink. Well... now I know I lost at least two gallons. A quick drive to the nearest grocery store gets me a couple of gallons of distilled water. Opening the hood demonstrates how well my patch job held up. Yeah... that's gunna happen (refer to the comment on luck). It's a pink sauna. I pour one bottle in - gone, but not completely. There is a little in the bottom of the degas bottle. "Whew".
I finish the drive to the auto-parts store. No hoses in inventory, no silicone ribbon, and no ELC, but they have hose-repair tape... which is a glorified tiny roll of duct tape. I have duct tap in the truck but it's about 6" around and I can just see me trying to wrap that around a hot hose I refuse to remove again. I get the tiny tube of tape and some brake cleaner to prep the hose. I can't say much more about the tape wrapping on a hot hose, as much of it involved frightening the tourists walking by the auto-parts store parking lot. I can just see the look on the mechanic's face when I take this back: "Damn... everything under the hood looked so proper the last time. What kind of patch job is this?"
One more drive to the grocery store to completely sweep their inventory of distilled water... I have to go back to the casino to pick up my wife, then drive the 60 miles home. I get to the casino and pop the hood - it's a desert in there... as in no water spraying anywhere... and the degas bottle is still full of diluted coolant. Why did the patch job work this time? Because I sacrificed enough cash to the Powerstroke God for him to show mercy. Besides... there's no point to poking at a prepared peon.
Point home, park, pout, and post.
So... I'm 60 miles from home with the temps over 90 degrees on the pavement and I smell coolant.
I can't post my initial reaction for two reasons:
- This thread is PG-13
- Many of the utterances can't be recreated with fingers on a keyboard... it's one of those "you had to be there" things. Let's just say it was less than aromatic.
After an enthralling afternoon of people-watching and watching people place their a55es in the slots to lose them, I head back to Stinky to get this done before the one auto-parts store (10 miles away) closes. The hose comes out easy enough... the water pump was just replaced by a "professional". After cleaning the hose, I'm fighting to get that silicone ribbon wrapped tight enough to hold back 15 PSI of coolant... assuming I have enough (ribbon and coolant). I don't have a zip tie (I have since put that on the list), but I have a roll of Cat 5e Ethernet cable in the back... so I tie the hose back on. Button it up, pour in the coolant, and Stinky sucks it down... leaving the degas bottle empty. "You #$%&* pig."
Oddly enough, I'm finding it difficult to keep a friendly tone with Da Big Stink. Well... now I know I lost at least two gallons. A quick drive to the nearest grocery store gets me a couple of gallons of distilled water. Opening the hood demonstrates how well my patch job held up. Yeah... that's gunna happen (refer to the comment on luck). It's a pink sauna. I pour one bottle in - gone, but not completely. There is a little in the bottom of the degas bottle. "Whew".
I finish the drive to the auto-parts store. No hoses in inventory, no silicone ribbon, and no ELC, but they have hose-repair tape... which is a glorified tiny roll of duct tape. I have duct tap in the truck but it's about 6" around and I can just see me trying to wrap that around a hot hose I refuse to remove again. I get the tiny tube of tape and some brake cleaner to prep the hose. I can't say much more about the tape wrapping on a hot hose, as much of it involved frightening the tourists walking by the auto-parts store parking lot. I can just see the look on the mechanic's face when I take this back: "Damn... everything under the hood looked so proper the last time. What kind of patch job is this?"
One more drive to the grocery store to completely sweep their inventory of distilled water... I have to go back to the casino to pick up my wife, then drive the 60 miles home. I get to the casino and pop the hood - it's a desert in there... as in no water spraying anywhere... and the degas bottle is still full of diluted coolant. Why did the patch job work this time? Because I sacrificed enough cash to the Powerstroke God for him to show mercy. Besides... there's no point to poking at a prepared peon.
Point home, park, pout, and post.
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