I had a chat with Chris, my AME this morning. About the low compressions and the leaky exhaust valves. I rehearsed the whole story to him. Told him how confused I was about what had caused it.
He sat quietly for a moment and then said: "I think it was the bad gas".
"How so?" I said, "All it did was carbon up my plugs. I changed to avgas and everything was fine."
"I don't think so", he said. "Some bad things happened to your engine while you were running on that Costco gas." He explained:
"Typically bad gas is low in octane and octane is what prevents detonation in your engine. Most people think octane in fuel is a performance enhancer but in reality, it's a performance reducer. It prevents the gas exploding instantaneously and allows a controlled burning of the fuel/air mixture which is key to smooth and safe engine operation.
People think the gas explodes in the combustion chamber when the spark plug fires. But it doesn't. It actually takes several millseconds to burn and it's the progressive energy from that combustion event that forces the piston down smoothly on the power stroke.
If the gas was to explode, in say a few microseconds, the piston would still be on the way up and the resulting heat and shock waves will seriously damage the piston and valves. That instantaneous explosion is called detonation and it's a very bad thing."
"My sense", said Chris, "is that while you were flying around trying to sort out what was wrong with your plane, you were subjecting the engine to a prolonged period of detonation. That detonation drove up the cylinder head temps beyond the allowed limit and damaged the components inside. And since you don't have a cylinder head temp gauge, you were blissfully unaware of what was going on."
Oh my. I felt sick to my stomach but knew instinctively that Chris was right. It was all my fault.
Now, the big question was: just how bad was it going to be?
With my permission, Chris went to work and started dissembling the engine with a view to removing the number two cylinder which had the worst compression. I couldn't believe how fast he worked. He had the cylinder off and on the bench in what seemed only a few minutes. Clearly, he had done this before.
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| No. 2 cylinder removed. Connecting rod and big end clearly visible |
Chris pushed out the valves and we had a look at the valve seats. Oh, oh. Both valve seats were badly pitted all around their circumference. The exhaust valve itself had a noticeable groove worn around it. It was obvious that neither valve was sealing properly.
Chris explained that the high temperatures had softened the metal of the valves and their seats and both had started to erode under the continuous heat and pounding of the detonation event.
I was aghast. So there was my poor engine, its components and valves screaming in anguish, helplessly beating themselves to death, while I sat idly by at the controls! The more I thought about it, the more I felt like crying!
Pulling myself together (well, not really, it's only a machine after all. Or is it?), Chris and I had a long chat. He said that it could have been a lot worse. The cylinder clearly needed to be repaired, but the rest of the engine appeared to be fine. The key question was just how bad were the other cylinders?
Cost was going to be a big factor. A new cylinder assembly from Lycoming, factoring in the horrible US exchange rate, was about $2700 CDN. Add in GST, say $3000 a pop. So $12K for parts. Plus labour, say $15K total. Crazy. More than half the cost of a new engine!!
I started having trouble breathing.
The other option was to repair the cylinders. Regrind the seats and valves. New guides. Clean everything up and reinstall. Chris said to expect around $1.2K per cylinder. Not great, but a lot better than buying new.
Suddenly, in a rare flash of brilliance, I suggested we call Jason Crowell, the President of AeroTech Engines in Halifax whose firm had built the engine 5 years ago. Perhaps he could provide some insight.
So we did. And Jason was fantastic. It's his company's name on the engine and I know he takes great pride in his work. After listening patiently (with me fully expecting him to scream at me for running Costco gas in his precious engine), he offered to do the cylinder work for us. He recommended pulling all the cylinders just to be safe because we didn't know how much damage had been done to the other three cylinders.
Timidly, almost afraid to ask, I said how much to do all four? To my surprise and everlasting joy, he said no more than $500 each and maybe less if they were all like #2. Whoo hoo!!
So that's what we did. Chris pulled the rest of cylinders yesterday and boxed them up. I picked them up this morning and delivered them to FedEx in Barrie for shipment to Halifax. They should get there by the end of the week.
DKX, sans cylinders, is now back in my hangar awaiting its renaissance. The engine looks so weird. You can see right through to daylight on the other side! Check out the pic below.
And never, I mean never, show this picture to my wife.
Stay tuned for the rebuild, hopefully within a couple of weeks!!

