Alan,
I hope this isn't a stupid question, but I would like to know if there are guidelines you use for how tight the fasteners/nuts should be when assembling a reel that has just been taken apart.
Thanks.
been doing this for 10 years. i've snapped off more then a few screw heads. you want enough torque so that the nut, screw or bolt seats properly. this is particularly important because i refuse to use loctite in a salt water environment. everything gets greased so you have to have fasteners torqued down enough.
from a practical point of view, you simply get a feel for it after a while. plan on making a few mistakes along the line............
Has there been ANY questions in someone's mind that's not been answered already? (and usually by Alan T). I was just about to ask this myself, but figured I'd better do a Search first. And Voila, there it is, he already answered it... over 2 years ago!
I learned to tighten small screws, etc by the "number of wrist-clicks" method (think torque-wrench here). And so on, up to the big bolts with the shoulder-click. I admit it was a learned-process, and as mentioned too often the hard way.
Reel screws and bases are made from several materials and it's hard to say "a 10-24 screw should be torqued to 5 inch pounds".
The best I can tell you is snug but not too tight. I've learned by breaking screws.
This is a true story that came to mind from this thread. I have an uncle who is 86 years old and he hasn't learned yet. I remember as a youngster being on a hunting trip and uncle Vinnie under the hood of the Jeep. I already had experience with his over tightened screws. I heard "tick" then an oh sheese. The next thing I know we are mostly going downhill off the mountain to the nearest town to fix the problem. The nearest town was Callicoon, NY. So we go into Ziggy's gas station and Ziggy is lying down under a car. There is one of the local farmers standing in the garage next to the pot belly stove. A big guy in overalls sort of rocking on his heels. I greeted him in a courteous fashion and turned to talk to Ziggy. The big guy said something that perked up my ears. Something about Kennedy getting shot. This being the deer hunting season in NY I figured some local got himself shot. So I said to him "sorry to hear that, where did it happen?" He said he wasn't sure but he thought it was somewhere in Texas. I am a little slow to catch on. I am standing there during the NY hunting season wondering why this farmer is worried about some guy in Texas getting shot. He then says "I don't know what is going on in this world when in this day and age someone would shoot the president of the US." If My uncle had not broken that bolt I would not have heard about the assassination for another 4 days as we were not scheduled to come off the mountain until the 26th. It was November 22, 1963 so where were you when you heard? Dominick
At my desk in fourth grade.
Sick at home with the measles in second grade.
A twinkle in my father's eye... ;) ;D
At my desk in third grade... Maitland, Florida.
At my desk in 8th grade
I was 4 years old watching tv trying to figure out why my mom was so upset and what she was yelling out the window to the guys building the house next door.
Mom was 9 months pregnant with me, I was born about three weeks later in Santa Monica, CA
Probably sleeping or drinking milk. Or crying.
Can't remember ::)
Was waiting in a line to get my drivers license and they announced it and didnt know whether to close courthouse.
I was 3 Months into my Apprenticeship as a Plumber. The 6 story building is on Albany Ave & Rutland Rd. in Brooklyn N.Y.
I was installing the head on an Edsel after grinding the valves for a high school chum. I was in my first year of collage.
Geez, you guys are old!! ;D
Quote from: suitekids on August 15, 2012, 09:47:37 AM
Geez, you guys are old!! ;D
I don't believe I was born yet :-\
Where have you been Suitekids, haven't heard from you in a while.
I was home sick from first grade in North Hollywood. Home sick for a week and nothing on TV except the asasination coverage. That really stinks when you're seven.