The first effort at getting the transmission problem resolved involved a fellow occupant of the marina who claimed some expertise in engine and transmission matters. He came to the boat, looked it over and said he would pull the transmission out and take it to his shop. In an effort to save some money, I said I would pull the transmission and have it ready for him later in the week. Wrong answer! I didn't hear from him for a couple of weeks. I ran into him one day on the dock and he was not happy that I was doing the part that was going to earn him some money. I was having trouble getting the transmission out so I offered him the chance to finish the job. He declined. Oh well!
Did I mention that I was having trouble getting the transmission out of the boat? Well, I was. It all sounded so simple. 1) Disconnect the prop shaft. (That was easy). 2) Remove the four bolts that hold the transmission onto the engine. 3) Beat on it with a rubber hammer until it comes loose. This is where the fun (?) began. I beat on it periodically most of one weekend. It wouldn't budge. I periodically applied a mixture of automatic transmission fluid and acetone as a rust penetrant and beat on it some more in the evenings of the week following. Nothing moved. The next weekend I was in Placerville so nothing got done. The following week was a repeat of the previous - come home from work, brush on a little more penetrant, beat on the transmission and give up in frustration.
So, OK, now I have a transmission lying in the cockpit ready to be repaired. The only problem is that I don't know who does that. I did an Internet search and didn't come up with anything that looked promising. I lefat a message for a yard foreman who didn't return my call and another one for the surveyor who did the survey on the boat when I bought it. The surveyor returned my call. I described the problem. He said he would get back to me with some information on where to go for the next step. After I had hounded him with three more calls, I gave up on him.
The next move was fairly obvious. I called around to some boat yards and asked who could look at the transmission. A place called "The Boatyard at the Grand Marina" in Alameda said they could do it. The gentleman I talked to said they were open 8 - 5 weekdays. I explained that I work 9 - 6 in Santa Clara so that was going to be a problem. After some back and forth conversation, he said that one of the mechanics usually showed up at 6 AM and I could leave it with him.
Monday morning, I was out of bed at 5:30, ate breakfast and hit the road to Alameda. For those of you who do not know the SF Bay area, there are three bridges across the bay that handle all of the traffic going from SF and the peninsula to the south to what is known as the East Bay. That means that the morning commute gets pretty ugly. Going over was not too bad. Traffic moved at the speed limit across the San Mateo bridge and then crawled up the Nimitz Freeway (aka Interstate 880). As I was approaching Alameda, the morning radio show I had tuned in announced that there had been a fire on the BART line (the commuter train that runs under the bay from East Bay to SF) and both tracks were shut down. This put a whole bunch more traffic on the road headed for the bridges. It was looking pretty grim for the trip back to Santa Clara.
I pulled into "The Boatyard at the Grand Marina" a few minutes before 7 AM. With some luck, I could make it to work pretty much on time. Unfortunately, the luck was not with me. The shop was locked up tight. I sat in my car and watched the front door waiting for someone to arrive. Finally, at 8:10, a car pulled up and a man jumped out and ran for the front door. He unlocked it and went in. I followed closely. I explained who I was and why I was there so early. He apologized profusely and explained that USUALLY someone was there early but for some reason no one was this morning. Oh well!
I explained the problem I was having with the transmission. He wrote up a repair ticket and hauled the transmission into the shop. I beat feet for my car and left in a hurry in the hpe that I wouldn't bee TOO late for work. I promptly missed the turn onto the freeway and spent 10 minutes trying to find my way back. Once on the freeway, the traffic was slow and go - remember the BART problem? By the time I got back to the San Mateo bridge, the lane for getting onto the bridge was backed up for at least two miles. I kept going South in the hope that the Dumbarton Bridge would be better. It was.
Once back across the bridge, the normal thing to do would be to get on highway 101 south. As I drove over the overpass, it looked like it was pretty badly jammed up so I decided to be clever and take some back streets to bypass the mess. Unfortunately, I don't know the back streets very well and I spent a frustrating 15 - 20 minutes finding my way to Interstate 280 where I was pretty sure there would be no traffic problem. For once, I was right. It was the ususal 75 - 80 mph all the way into Santa Clara. I was only 30 minutes late for work. Not that anyone noticed - but it did mean working late.
Two days later, I got a call from the boat yard. They had done some minor adjustments and said there was nothing wrong with the transmission. The thing that bothered me about that was that I had made the same adjustment and it hadn't made a difference. I drove over to the shop early Friday morning, talked to the mechanic who had done the work, paid $150 for the work and took the transmission back to the boat.
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| Damper plate - most of the splines are gone! |
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| Transmission shaft - splines on the left. |
Saturday morning, I put the transmission back in place. It still did not work. I pulled the transmission back out (it was easier this time) and looked at the place where the transmission shaft went into the engine. It is an gizmo called the damper plate. I removed the damper plate and looked at it carefully. Aha! The center of the damper plate has a hole with splines (little ridges and grooves) that are suppose to match up with the transmission shaft. (See picture to the right.) Most of the splines were stripped. The engine would run merrily along turning the damper plate - but with no splines, the damper plate spun freely around the transmission shaft. (The transmission shaft is the next picture - below to the right.)
Another Internet search turned up a dealer for the engine. He was in Fairfield - a good hour and a half drive from here. I called and found out that the replacement damper plate would cost $225 and they could UPS it to me. The problem with that is that I didn't have a local mailing address. I had them send it to Placerville and picked it up the next weekend on my regular trip home.
It took a couple of evenings in the following week to install the damper plate, reinstall the transmission and verify that it appeared to fix the problem. Encourage at this, I hooked up the propeller shaft, started up the engine and put it in gear. Voila! Laelia moved forward against her dock lines. I put the transmission in reverse and she backed up! It looks like we have a fix! The one remaining concern is that the transmission shaft splines look kind of beat up and it looks like the shaft does not go all of the way into the damper plate. It felt like it was a nice snug fit when I did a trial fit on the transmission shaft before installing the plate on the engine. I wonder when (or if) it will fail the same way.
Later that weekend, I backed Laelia out of the slip, turned her around and backed her into the slip (with a little help from my friends) in preparation for the next big adventure - installing the wind steering vane.
So! What did I learn from all of this? The biggest thing was that I need to look into these repairs and upgrades myself before I call in the paid help. Most of it is not rocket science and there are plenty of knowledgeable people on the Internet willing to give advice. Of course, one has to do some sanity checking on the advice, but I did get some good help this way. I need to know how to do a lot of this stuff if I am going to sail off to places where it is hard to find help.
The other thing I learned yet again is that a lot of people are not too good on follow-through when they say they will help. Best to do it myself, if possible.
Stay tuned for updates on installing the wind vane. It is a beautiful, ingenious piece of hardware that will steer the boat for me using only the wind and water to power it. It is a major "must-have" item for sailing alone. It is a big milestone in getting ready to go.
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