I'm understanding WHY they call it a "silent shaft"...it's 'cause NO ONE IS FREAKIN' TALKLING ABOUT IT. AT ALL.
Not one mention of it in the book (which is, by the way, a Haynes and NOT a Chilton: the Chilton is for my F-150. Sucks dyslexia you if got it).
So there was absolutely NO WARNING that the driver-side silent shaft was going to come out with the oil pump. It reminds me of that scene in "The Fly". Wasn't expecting that. But worse, the pump has to be further unbolted to liberate the silent shaft. WTF? And there is NO information about how to get that cap off, that covers the silent shaft's bolt...you know, the bolt you can't see, and the one no one tells you about?
Well, I'M talking about it, see? I'm not remaining silent about the silent shaft. What is that thing, the Illuminatti of the 4-cylinder engines? Gotta know the secret hand~shake and passwords? Jeeznee peeznee criminy CRIPES JeesoFLIP.
So how does one go about getting that flat, cog-looking cover off the silent shaft nut-house? It doesn't turn, it doesn't pop out, and I can't figure out how to get the darned thing to move, but if I don't have it, gawd knows what will happen. It obviously seals oil.
This is horrid, to be this far and suddenly be stumped by something even simpler than a valve seal. NOTHING in the book. Period.
Help. Help help help helphelphelp, please...
EDIT:
A search brought this up http://www.mightyram50.net/vbulletin...mination-2-0-L
I asume this HAS to be the same for a 2.4? Use a punch and tap it counter-clockwise?
The worst part of this is the old pump looks to be in very good condition. Several select cuss words would be expressive here, but I have to acknowledge that the experience isn't gained any other way. And with the oil pan off, I was able to look up my engine's dress. Woo hoo! Good stuff in there, buddy! I aughta take pictures for lonely nights.
EDIT #2
Obsessed as I am at times, I went over to the garage and used a nail-set: sure enough, it came off. Thanks to camoit, whose post helped on this...and has great pictures.
Speaking of pictures, I got some more to post, but tomorrow: it's 1:00 AM, here, and I'm tired.
But I am now officially at THE turning point: it's all re-assembly, now...unless the silent shaft squeals like a stoolie. It would be just like it to sing like a bird and spill the beans. (And we wonder why Americans are so hard to understand...)
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