First are you sure you are turning it in the right direction? To
be on the safe side take a socket wrench, set it so that it would be
unscrewing the filter if it were a bolt and confirm that this in fact is
the direction that you have been turning it.
Second assuming that you are turning it in the right direction, if
the canister is tearing off but the filter is not moving, you will have to
break out the vice grips or pipe wrench. Finish tearing off the metal and
get the wrench on the fitting that goes into the engine, it will be the
threaded part on the bottom of the filter. Be sure to turn it in the right
direction!
...Art
On Mon, 17 Nov 1997, Gary A. Graham wrote:
> "Okay!" I said optimistically, "it's been a couple days, the arm
> muscles are still sore, but, I think I'm ready for another go at the
> stuck oil filter."
>
> I put the filter wrench thingie back on and gave a tentative tug or
> two, clenched my teeth and gave a mighty heave!
>
> Nothing.
>
> Ok, now you're making me very angry! I had, in reserve, brought the
> largest screwdriver I own. In fact, two of them!
>
> The List said, "Drive a stake through its miserable oily heart and
> you will not fail!" The filter sat there placidly, even arrogantly,
> whilst I made preparations.
>
> First, an eight-sided figure circumscribed around the vehicle. "No
> extra demonic help for you now!" I cried. No reaction. I lit eight
> trouble lights and hung them around the engine bay. "Suffer! And
> prepare to depart this existence!" I threatened. Still, no reaction
> from the accursed filter.
>
> Carefully I placed the Tool of Doom against the cold, unfeeling,
> exterior, and, with a Thor-like blow, pierced the evil canister
> through and through! "Arghh! Take that and die!" Nary a whimper from
> the Filter from Hell. Bracing myself firmly against the wing, both
> hands on the Stake, I pushed with all the force of Light!
> "YESSSS!!! It's moving!" I shouted triumphantly.
>
> But wait, what's this? An evil chuckle amongst the final gurgles was
> heard . . . . the canister's epidermal layer tore but STILL DID NOT
> TURN!!! "NNOOOOOO!!!" I ripped the innards from the now ruptured
> filter. In an instant, all of the lights went out!
>
> When sanity returned, and one lonely flashlight surveyed the
> resultant mayhem, the outside shell of the filter still remains
> firmly adhered to the engine. I gently lowered the bonnet, and,
> wiping my tools, quietly slipped away into the night.
>
> HELP!
>
> Gary
> 74 MGB (with the Filter from Hell)
>
>
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