Trailer Hitch

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More Ancient History

In anticipation of the Class of 92's twentieth reunion, a classmate has been evoking nostalgia over on facebook. As she was keeping company with Ludwig's owner at the time (McDonald), some of her pictures feature Ludwig back in the days when he was a teenager.

Ludwig (though McDonald never called him that) at 1502 Gumwood, Stanton Nebraska.

That's our buddy Cookie flashing the peace sign. He was a fellow gearhead who owned a 65 Mustang. McDonald's in the driver's seat.

His automotive experience being in 'Merican Ir'n, Cookie was always more than a little mystified by our VWs--the engine's in back? and it's that small? and there's no radiator? and the cylinders are set up across from each other?--but he was game to help now and then. He died of cancer last year.

Tater Tot Fixes a Squeak

There has been a little little squeak emanating from Ludwig's icebox for years and it drives me crazy but not crazy enough to do anything about it (or maybe I just like to complain). Last weekend when Melissa said she'd like to clean up Ludwig, I suspect partly as a bit of sympathetic magic effecting his engine by way of his interior, and I took the opportunity to see if any of the water we've spilled on the carpet has had a chance to morph into rust. I took out the icebox to look underneath (no rust) and decided it was time to fix the squeak with a couple rubber grommets where it mounts to the bulkhead.

And Tater Tot decided she'd like to help.

I think mostly she thought this 1/4" drive ratchet was cute, but I secretly hope this is the beginning of something.

Ancient History

An artifact via facebook dating back to the Summer of 1991. Left to right we have Melcher, McDonald, Bixenmann. The camper, of course, is Ludwig.

Valves and Timing, Slightly Less Griping

Okay, it's finally stopped snowing, let's see if I can make this thing run any better. I'll do the valves first because if you don't do the valves and go to a forum and say, "why does my bus run like crap?" the first--the very first!--thing someone'll ask you is, "Didja do the valves?" Just get it out of the way.

Valve cover with the bail undone. Often, getting the bail off and on is the worst part of the job, in my experience. I'll be skipping steps like crazy here, by the way. I mean, for posting's sake; in actuality I did perform all the steps.

There it is, the very top (that is, side) of the cylinder head. Remember: exhaust valves are the two exterior ones, intake valves are the two interior ones. Also remember: a valve that is tight for three consecutive adjustments is a time bomb. It's almost always, if not always, the exhaust valves that stretch because they put up with way more abuse (in the form of heat). Nice cool atomized gasoline or just-burned exhaust gases--which would you rather be bathed in 12 times a second?

I've got like four 13mm wrenches and what fits this 13mm nut best? My 1/2" wrench.

See what you do is loosen that 13mm nut with your 1/2" wrench (but only if it needs loosening; check it first and if it's right, let it be) which allows you to move that adjusting screw back and forth until the clearance between it and the top of the valve is 0.006". Movements imperceptible by sight or touch can have an effect on the clearance and just when you get it right you tighten that 13mm nut back up and guess what? Even though you were striving mightily to keep the screw in place with a screwdriver, the act of tightening the nut almost certainly moved the screw in and made your adjustment too tight. So just set it a little loose before you tighten it and let the tightening get it the rest of the way. And then check it. Again. Now do it seven more times after getting the engine in the right place each time.

Lunch break.

Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that Volkswagen was gracious enough to give me access to my engine from the top at all, but we still can be jealous of the hatch that Vanagons get, right?
VW obviously thought a lid was a good idea, so why didn't they go for broke from the beginning and give us a huge Vanagonlike hatch? Or go even huger? Would it've been harder to make? No. Reduce structural integrity? I doubt it. Or did they think we'd only want to get at the carbs or something? They didn't think it'd be nice to, say, look at the distributor from directly above? 
Sometimes I wonder how hard it would be hack a Vanagon hatch in. (Don't worry, I won't/can't do it. But I should.)

Points get set at 0.016". Then you put it all back together, fire it up so you can check it with a dwell meter, find out you've got it wrong, disassemble, and readjust. Is there an easier way? Anyone?

Same thing, different view, sans giant Vanagon access hatch.

Now timing. Step one: clamp a bunch of things onto the coil and a few other places. Step two: time the engine. That's it!

So anyway, yeah, I got the timing set well and messed with the central idling circuit on the carbs and put in new spark plugs and guess what? It ran better. Not fantastic, but better. 

Oil Change, Griping

I changed Ludwig's oil last weekend as part of an attempt at a general tuning-up. The results were mixed, as we'll see. This post and its random assemblage of photos covers the oil change, though its details are germane more to my aberrant psychology than they are to any technical details useful for doing such a thing one's self. 

Oil is seeping out from the lower part of the case/filler neck interface. Great. Let's also ignore that poor thermostat cable, just hanging there waiting for a thermostat to go through life with. Or, we could just pretend that I'm from SoCal, or Arizona, or Florida, or Southern Nevada and think I don't need a thermostat.

Some goop, likely assembly lube, was in the oil but no slivers or anything, which is good. There was also some water, which isn't good--it's not terrible, it just means we don't do enough highway driving and don't have a thermostat.

Grady, M. Untitled (Oil with Goop). 2012. Digital photograph. Private collection.

There's that oil leak and lonely thermostat cable we were going to quit thinking about, again.

The two thin pieces of what seems to be construction paper and copper gasket in this packet are what keep the oil in the case (well, them plus a bolt; and then there's another bolt and some other stuff, but you get what I mean). Labels like this probably serve to further certain unwarranted myths about the oh so mysterious Type 4 engine. I mean, it says "Porsche" right there, man!

Tater Tot wandered over to see if Dad had actually expired, as the position of his corpse suggests.

All cleaned up and nowhere to go. The hyper-alert are advised that yes, I put that missing warm air duct back on. But still no thermostat. Nine foot-pounds and not a foot-pound more on that 13mm oil strainer cover bolt (center right), please. That's 108 inch-pounds for you nervous types with inch-pound torque wrenches purchased solely for this purpose, like the present freak writer.

Let's put 3.5 quarts of 20W-50 (too thick, some say) back in so it can leak out again, shall we? Oh well, VWs don't leak oil, they mark their spot, right? (That sound you hear is my eyes rolling.)

Blue Beetle in Big Timber

Is blogging dead? I thought I read that somewhere last year and maybe it's so--there certainly is a lot less action on the ACVW blogging scene anyway, at least the parts of it I see. Maybe we're all just really busy with other stuff (this is actually my strongest suspicion).

Anyway, here's a Beetle we saw for sale in Big Timber on a recent non-VW powered trip.

Pretty sharp, at least from a distance. Bad color for wheels on that color of car though.

Missoulaneous Type 2s

Usually the pictures get culled so there's no more than one of a given V-dub in a given post, but this time they're all going up, just for fun.

A couple hipsters parked on the Hip Strip, near Meadowsweet Herbs.

A well-racked Splitty at home in the Upper Rattlesnake.

A '72 with some sort of tumorous chimney vent. Or something.

A Seventy, what? Four? Five? Six? Seven? Eight? Nine? in the Lower Rattlesnake.