One afternoon I had picked a friend up from Dallas Fort Worth Airport and was headed back out of the airport. I stopped to pay the toll at the booth and pretty much floored it leaving the booth (you pretty much have to if you want any chance of merging with the rest of the INDY 500 competitors. Anyway... about 200 yards into the sprint, I heard a noise and the steering went stiff on me. I knew immediately what happened and pulled over to lift the hood and confirm... sure enough, the belt had disintegrated leaving nasty little strips of serpentine goodness wrapped around every moving part. Not a big deal I say and go procure a new belt and head immediately back to the airport for the quick fix. All went well and I cranked it up and headed on out... but I had a new friend with me that I didn't expect. It sounded like someone was trying to decapitate a pig every time I stepped on the gas. I'm thinking I still have some goodness wrapped around something that I missed in my haste to make a quick repair. I get home and went to work looking for the suspect. This was no ordinary suspect however. It was elusive and had a personality all its own! Sometimes it was there... sometimes not. Occasionally... after a long warm-up it would subside altogether. Some days it would sound like a slaughter house from the time I cranked it up until the time I shut it off. I thought I had damaged "something" when the belt wrapped itself up in "everything" leaving the toll booth. The noise was so loud and obnoxious that I couldn't pinpoint it! It was all-encompassing and seemed to be coming from everywhere... and yet nowhere! First, I fingered the water pump for replacement. After replacing that, the noise was not gone, yet its tendencies had changed. I got a bad pump! Better go get another one! I replaced that one... no dice! The slaughter house was open for business... and business was good. Well... I knew my AC compressor was not functioning well and when I spun it, I could detect "some noise" that I didn't think should be there. Better replace that! So I did! You guessed it... no dice! I get some local knowledge to try and detect where it is coming from and "of course" they figured it was the idler pulley. I replaced that... no dice. Next I move to the tensioner pulley. Without going into the gory details, I will just say that it took me 10 painful hours to change that little bastage out. This did NOT do the trick. At this point, I'm looking for PETA to show up every time I crank up my mobile slaughter house. I tried belt dressing on my DURALAST belt and what do you know! It stopped the squeek... for about a mile. Now I think I know what the problem is... a bunk belt. So I go to Autozone and pony up for the Gatorback belt and squeal on home (I was too cheap to do this the first time). I get home and change the Duralast belt for the Goodyear belt. Guess what! THE SQUEAL IS GONE! So... after spending close to $500.00 and many many hours to kill this squeal, all it was was a crappy quality belt! All things being equal, I probably could have used a few of these parts on my 1996 Grand Cherokee 5.2 with a quarter-million miles but for heavens sake! If you ever have a squeal on your Grand Cherokee... just replace your crappy belt with one that costs 15 clams more (the Gatorback in my case) and save yourself a LOT of time "and" expense! I was close to losing my sanity over this issue and tonight, the weight of the world is off my shoulders and I can ride proudly to work in the 6:30 am Dallas traffic. No more hiding my face every time I'm next to someone (which was pretty much constantly)!:cheers2:
I can only hope that "someone" will be spared the agony I went through in this process by reading this story...
I can only hope that "someone" will be spared the agony I went through in this process by reading this story...